Z.B.U.K.U - Skreślony apostoł

People have deleted me a long time ago, but it's on my hand.
Because I can see their faces when they hear this song.
They will feel my heart, my love and hatred.
There are a few people that I would to kill.
When my heart is bleeding like a nail.
Even in my own home I feel like I would be a guest,
So I put this bedding on without leaving a card.
I jump out the window, I have nothing to worry mother.
I will get off at the station on the other side of the globe
And I will do something with this life before I go to the grave with him
Maybe I'll meet you again, we'll start from the beginning
I offer myself, I do not have any property anyway
I have a loss of reason, because of this trouble with the law,
Therefore, go out the window, leave the past in.
I wake up somewhere in the morning, on the other side of the globe
And thank God, I will start my life again.

I take them to the grave, no one will take them away
Words I believe in outlined on paper
And what, that my pocket houses only a few small ones
In the depths of my heart, even a bad person can be good

I take them to the grave, no one will take them away
Words I believe in outlined on paper
And what, that my pocket houses only a few small ones
In the depths of my heart, even a bad person can be good.

Every day I pass people who have destroyed life
Thrown out of their homes, so they took their streets
I assume that I can do anything today
You can cross me, but my hip hop will be
When the voices of the city fall silent and his life goes quiet
I take a pen and write a text for bits
It's like I'm writing a Bible, tell me Saint Michael
The apostle who dies, listen to his life
Walk through his streets and see what he saw
Put on these robes now, put on this track so that you can hear me
Cross me out and disappear, it does not affect anything anymore
I realized that there are no limits to me
The system is fucked up, permeated with corruption,
So we record again, I leave it behind my back
You wrote me off, so today I have the right to vote
This crossed out apostle listens to more and more people.



I take them to the grave, no one will take them away
Words I believe in outlined on paper
And what, that my pocket houses only a few small ones
In the depths of my heart, even a bad person can be good

I take them to the grave, no one will take them away
Words I believe in outlined on paper
And what, that my pocket houses only a few small ones
In the depths of my heart, even a bad person can be good.


If I die, do not forget that Michał was here once
And he had his own little talent, so he wrote regularly
And what a fucking silence? If I die, it's supposed to be loud
All my work is to roll over Poland
You're deleting me because I'm allowed to, look what I'm doing with it
I am throwing all those who have crossed me into fire at this point
Today I realize to myself that I am God
Do not foretell my past, because I create it myself,
Although no professional, I feel good here now
In hijackers, these lines fall accurately like bombs
I am crossed out by the boys who have a complex with me
I still record tracks and they are still all good
They delineate me for the murder, for clothes, for faith
You judge me superficially, you write me off, I will burn you
They delineate me for talent, that I finally got something
They can cut me off, I've got to do it.

I take them to the grave, no one will take them away
Words I believe in outlined on paper
And what, that my pocket houses only a few small ones
In the depths of my heart, even a bad person can be good

I take them to the grave, no one will take them away
Words I believe in outlined on paper
And what, that my pocket houses only a few small ones
In the depths of my heart, even a bad person can be good.