Wiśnia Bakajoko - Świątynia Rapu

I start the day, head to the pool, breakfast at Aura
Michał and Maciek come by, greetings, maniacs
Now we're heading to the temple where
Buddy, we have a bong, we start the inhalation
Through double filtration, smoking gets into the lungs
I quit drugs long ago, smoking maybe tomorrow
I stay alone in the studio, planning to write rhymes
Full pipe in hand, buddy, lungs full of smoke
Son of a bitch, I'm in a trance, don't want anything calmly
Gram after gram disappears and verse after verse is created
Another puff, coughing, heart beats faster
And I remembered I was supposed to be at the office today
Plan ended at a joint, I'm rolling another one, brother
I’m still making rap my own way consistently
And there will be more, I find beauty in it finely
It's like a sting that won't break, who should know knows
What I’m talking about, never get lost in the beat
Like Pono, it’s known I make the rap I like
Don't listen to dumb rumors, people see it with the naked eye
Who just sneaks by and who strides with head held high
Grinding Haze, Kush smoking and choking
Rolling up, and Mateuszek comes by
With Łukaszek, another puff and they head out
With luck, maniac if you barely manage
Cops sniffing constantly, prophet yelled sanctions
If that wasn't enough, judge gives 5, 10, 15
Brothers in prison, remember, I support you no matter what
Putting down the paper, Bartek comes by, rolling a blunt
Freestyles always come suddenly when the whole group arrives
Hash, cold vodka, miracles will happen today
Conversations upon conversations, someone screwing someone over
Like in a Furiata’s fog, hang the axe boldly
My time has come, eyelid heavily affected
I go to sleep at midnight, flying in tomorrow morning
And the party continues, can’t believe it, the same again.