Słoń - M.E.A.T.

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I draw a hail of satellites from the sky with the dance of rain
my sick flow pierces your skull like an Indian tomahawk
war paint on faces, I collect scalps as if I were a Comanche
we send smoke signals today, this carrion to the sky
I've raised the still-beating heart high like an Indian priest paying tribute to the gods
I have carved words of their prophecies on my body
I know ancient Indian curses, call me Graham Masterton
we take the scalp from the surface of your entire back

Słoń

Here where factory chimneys grow like mushrooms after rain
And tap water tastes of rust in the glass
Stress is as ubiquitous as soot in the air
And I'm on my way to the top, climbing a mountain of corpses
Uncle Słoń, among pale faces like block walls
Big brother watches us with millions of glass eyes
My voice rips roofs off houses, it's the general of the orc army
You can't kill me, just like belief in old gods
In my hand I carry a battle axe, I don't want to live on my knees
I don't listen to shitty rap and what the government provides
There's a damn pandemic around, a neighborhood prairie
Pigs patrol all districts like the Wehrmacht
Here, you have to hustle, fight for your own like Klitschko
Don't end up like General Custer at Little Bighorn
I want to chill, count the dough, and achieve peace of mind
Before I leave behind a box of records and the stench of a corpse
This damn crown judges us all equally
Canceled funerals, weddings, concerts, bar mitzvahs
I still don't lack ambition, so I have a lot on my mind
I'm still an ATM for parasites, AFK*
Check my talk - I fly brazenly as always
With my buffs, these mobs pretend they're NPCs
Life is RPG, FPS, I gain exp in PVP
I crit so hard bosses have their faces fallen again today

(Oops!) I did it again like Britney Spears
The bald thug came to destroy the beat once more
Join the game (M.E.A.T.)
I have a killer instinct in my blood
C'est la vie, bastards end up six feet deep
(Oops!) I did it again like Britney Spears
The bald thug came to destroy the beat once more
Join the game (M.E.A.T.)
I have a killer instinct in my blood
C'est la vie, bastards end up six feet deep

For neighborhood tribes, like my man Paluch Shaman
In a few lines, I devour wack rappers, so order an Uber now
My stats are like Abdul Jabbar, I came to spit in your face
I could pretend I like you, but why lie?
I still watch from Saruman's tower how the city throbs
I leave a mark on your psyche, like on a car body
You want freedom for thieves, well, here you have them
The greatest ones sway in suits on Wiejska street
I'm continuously tapping the penalty screw on this whole gang
I feel disgust for politicians as big as Alexander's
I live where the alphabet for these kids is ACAB
And everyone gives no respect to authority
They say I'm messed up or have a bad head
My way of thinking could paint by Jackson Pollock
Life is an eternal war, so let the drums beat
On salons enters OP, not freaking Leeroy Jenkins

(Oops!) I did it again like Britney Spears
The bald thug came to destroy the beat once more
Join the game (M.E.A.T.)
I have a killer instinct in my blood
C'est la vie, bastards end up six feet deep
(Oops!) I did it again like Britney Spears
The bald thug came to destroy the beat once more
Join the game (M.E.A.T.)
I have a killer instinct in my blood
C'est la vie, bastards end up six feet deep

I did it again, I did it again
I did it again, I did it again
I did it again, I did it again
Red Rum axe straight into your brain
I did it again, I did it again
I did it again, I did it again
I did it again, I did it again
Red Rum axe straight into your brain