Paluch - Mali ludzie ft. Oki prod. APmg&Rocket

[Intro: Paluch]
Little people grow stronger when they air their grievances
Their complexes take over, then a stream of words flows
And only your pain (your pain) will give them pure relief
Only your pain is the cure for their hatred.

[Chorus: Paluch]
Little people grow stronger when they air their grievances
Their complexes take the upper hand, then flows the stream of words
And only your pain (your pain) will give them pure relief
Only your pain is the cure for their hatred (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Paluch]
Living rooms, offices, backyards, they all have this feature
Little people in the role of puppy that still barking at you
You're to blame for their failures, you're still fulfilling their dreams (rather)
Motherfuckers still teasing, Paluch Collector of Happiness (Ej)
I've had them in every school, I've known them in every job.
A lot of spread terror in their homes, a show of strength on their kids.
You won't know them on the street, little dicks in many masks (yes)
You can hear their voices on blocks and not only in big cities (yeah)
The female boxer, all the patterns, drew heavily from his father
On Christmas call, talking to a priest, and envelopes with big money (amen)
Shame clogged the children's mouth, still under pressure, in their head war
I know this picture, my Poland, and in the nineties the norm (ej)
Little people rule you and they want to build themselves on the rubble
Life, work, politics, micro-sieve constantly sifting (still)
Small people always in groups, have the same goals
Don't be manipulated, be their thought carrier

[Bridge: Paluch]
Little people grow stronger when they air their grievances
Their complexes take over, then a stream of words flows
And only your pain (your pain) will give them pure relief
Only your pain is the cure for their hatred.

[Chorus: Paluch]
Little people grow stronger when they air their grievances
Their complexes take over, then a stream of words flows
And only your pain (your pain) will give them pure relief
Only your pain is the cure for their hatred.

[Verse 2: Oki]
Little, little, little buddy, why are you hitting your honey-bunny (yeah)
Drink white wine she had in Paris, and she has red only because she bleeds
I'm getting on a jet to Warsaw, Kukon is playing, I'm going to take care of things.
The stewardess asked if I could have a cup of coffee? People are sleepy, I don't drink coffee (yeah)
I'm being picked up at the airport by a dude who always has some weed with him.
He stumbles his whole life, not because of his fault, that's why he has to play it all.
I don't like it anymore, look underneath, no zenith (yeah)
Small people takes focus(yeah) and too much temptation from homies (yeah)
And they're not living to show off, otherwise they wouldn't be able to make it here.
You know, there's dualism everywhere, they live by your mistake (pull up), he gave you his word, and that's playback
What he doesn't have, he'll get, you're just waiting for it to come out of you.
Listen, you can become little man even if you're six feet
If you want to see someone at the bottom, who here is aiming high

[Bridge: Paluch]
Little people grow stronger when they air their grievances
Their complexes take over, then a stream of words flows
And only your pain (your pain) will give them pure relief
Only your pain is the cure for their hatred.

[Chorus: Paluch]
Little people grow stronger when they air their grievances
Their complexes take over, then a stream of words flows
And only your pain (your pain) will give them pure relief
Only your pain is the cure for their hatred.