WSRH - Zenit

My people make money, yours just suck up
My people smoke hash, yours mess with dipped stuff
Mine are like the Alps peaks, yours rot in their shadow
Pharaoh hits the mic, better say nothing, girl
Too many swaying though they lose balance
Woe to the pipes, I light mics like Qlop gets high
Shut it, b* on these tracks I'm a Tarantula
I eat your players up, so vaffanculo
Bragga sumo flow, fat like Yokozuna
Opinions of rappers don't bother me
Get it, punk, I don't care for applause
We're an organization, like Killafornia
Welcome Poznań, saliva drips from the muzzle
City of beautiful women, booze, and brawls
Boa among the snakes, we'll break their necks
Our black dragonship sails through Neptune's kingdom
Still no cheap shots, you know who enters the turf
Classic like German-dubbed porn
The biggest rap caliber cuts through tracks again
Get excited or get lost - no greetings!

Values unchanged
S hiss snakes emerging from shadows
R is for our turf, a toast to our people
H are the hyenas lurking for carrion

Z e n i t ZENIT
Z e n i t ZENIT
Z e n i t ZENIT
Z e n i t!

Katla and Hekla greet you, lava flows from lips
Rumba in apartments, where faith sobs at bars again
Where the ground floor like Euphrates carries someone's drama here
And I weave rap like Tecla, dressed in black like Babadook
With humility, I walk through Karakoram
Throw off balance balancing for the copy
Away from windowsills and demagogues' lines
My people are wallowing in the dirty truth
More adventures than Kajko and Kokosz had
I play it like gutting, no problem
They told me it wasn’t worth it, now they watch my steps
Wind the GO in the spinnaker, flow like Orinoco
Watch the pen copying, I stamp copies on it
And like Strangelove, I have a lot of love for bombs
Where Rosemary's baby makes its bed in the projects
Raise a goblet, the black sun reached its ZENIT.

Z e n i t ZENIT
Z e n i t ZENIT
Z e n i t ZENIT
Z e n i t