WSRH - Absolwent

Shellerini:

Surrounded by hypocrisy, we walk our own path
Into the dark, deep P.O.Z.N.A.N. with a line
Fast pace, I wash down my flow with tequila
Own pace, I don't go where everyone else runs
Walls whisper, guys at the station stay silent
The country is ruled by Jim Jones, feel the basement damp
Hip-hop, it's all inside us, like instinct
Whiskey in glasses, baggy jeans on butts
They know us for our rhymes, the rest are guesses
It's us, like the Third Dimension - different from everyone
Screw the race, screw all traitors
Underground corps hidden in the urban jungle
From the start, soaked in fire
Raised in these neighborhoods, where it's brutally cold on the staircases
Far from fakes, deceit, the whole nonsense
Raise your vodka, for our people, salute man

Chorus:

Together, forward, like La Onda
United in rap, struggle and views
That's how it looks, another sick compact
In a country where you won't find justice in courts
Life combat, full contact fight
Cold reality is your only companion
This flow draws you in, like a tornado
And the truth, on liars' throats, is an anaconda

Słoń:

This is a blow, motherf***er, that shatters ribs
Yellow fever, explosion of the London metro
Another human tragedy, media full of falsehood
Let them silence, like the Vatican, on the Holocaust
It's us two again, always racing forward
Like Harry Angel, this world sinks in madness
Deep cut, stream of dark red
I keep your lying tongue on a shelf, like a souvenir
Over the land of shadows, I go, like Thorgal
The same bald face, with technique, like Immortal
Our people are a wild horde, are, were, and will be
Time to arrange a bloody bath, like the Dayton family
Change it, I bring pain, kill the fetus
This flow burns you, like a school of jellyfish
It's time of divine wrath, apocalyptic visions
Nuclear countdown, destruction is near
Instead of lips, you have disgrace, lying minister
Screw the government, parliament, senate, and the high chamber
People believe that the system will change the situation in cities
Once they believed the earth was flat
Home invasion, son, like Ice-T
Puke money, today we pull weeds
Wild screams, infinite words supply
These are graduates of the Higher School of Making Noise

Chorus:

Together, forward, like La Onda
United in rap, struggle and views
That's how it looks, another sick compact
In a country where you won't find justice in courts
Life combat, full contact fight
Cold reality is your only companion
This flow draws you in, like a tornado
And the truth, on liars’ throats, is an anaconda