[Intro: Bonus RPK]
The story of my life, spiev of art
Bonus RPK (RPK), just like that, kid
2010, yo!
[Verse 1: RPK Bonus]
Recently, things have taken a turn for the worse
In my head, I'm having thoughts on how to get as far as possible from the trouble
Money is where there are a lot of blocks and people
Centre of Poland, WWA, try not to get lost in here
Where a man grinds like a fucking machine, while time flies
The yards are deserted now, all of the kids are sittin in front of thеir monitors
The indicator is moving, it's not what's in the memory anymorе
As long as the business is spinning, the times don't matter
For the first twelve years, I grew up in Wola
Block 82 was the patronage of pathology
I was always alone because apart from my mother, the house was empty
I have respect for her, today I understand a lot of things
Staircase, and the yard, met my first friends there
We'd try to get some money for fags and sweets
Until finally, the time has came for the skunk, a strong teaser
Subsequent spendings on a mix of paints
You need money for everything, but what happens if you don't?
I wanted a skateboard and get clothes from a skate shop
Start to write good verses just like the rappers
Whose records and cassettes did not come off the tower
Bought at the Korona and at the market, in Ulrychów
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop was always in my mind
99 'year, 2000, chasing this sun
First stolen things from Tesco, no money
Where 155 had another end
We'd get on the bus, on our way to steal something
This is the start of the combinations that has entered the bloodstream
The adrenaline, it's indescribable
[Chorus: Bonus RPK] (x4)
This the story of my life, constant combinations
Koło, Warsaw, Bielany sands, I fell into these tentacles
[Verse 2: RPK Bonus]
Fights at home, poor grades at school
Eventually, my mother gave up, and couldn't take it anymore
The screams, threats and pleas were in vain
Street - a second home for me, criminal environment
To protect me, the apartment went for sale to the Jew
We moved out to where the first recordings were made
Warsaw, Bielany Chomiczówka Piaski
I lived with my grandmother for the first year after moving
Before mum figured out the new way
Everything is on the credit, and how are you doing?
Take a look at the woman who made her dream come true
New block, different life, but empty pockets
I finished elementary school, the time of junior high school has came
The greatest times of rebellion I ever had in my life
Had The first weight in court at the age of thirteen
The Extortion of robbery was just a teaser
A so-called friend sold me for 50 zlotys
Fuck you, fucking snitch, if you're listening to this verse
For my mother's tears, for the emergency youth centre, for the torn nerves
You should lose all of your teeth motherfucker
A fuck up like a domino and suddenly there's 4 cases
I dodged the jail, I dodged the holiday
To be honest, I only thank God for that luck
I didn't go to the hole, this is a second chance for me
For a sixteen-year-old with great self-confidence and belief
To finish the normal school, not go around the city
Make conclusions based on your experiences
An internal monologue to change for the better
Appreciate certain things and see for yourself
Don't make mistakes, don't get into trouble
A new way of life, getting into a shape
Beating new records at the gym, school, girl, calm mode
[Chorus: Bonus RPK] (x4)
This the story of my life, constant combinations
Koło, Warsaw, Bielany sands, I fell into these tentacles
[Verse 3: RPK Bonus]
After 2 years, quite a bit has changed
One of the closest people to me is now in the afterlife
Unfortunately, my grandmother who was always with me
And would pray so that I wouldn't get stuck in the troubles
This turned out to be anger and motivation
The investment in the studio was a good deal
I stopped riding around and focused on the paper
On creating a style and the history contained in it
A spicy sauce combination in an eternal orient
The risk was taken as if it was a death sentence
I take it all on myself or I'll evade it
With a good lie if they cuff my hands
Fucking pigs, cops made out of clay
The system invests in the devil, not in poor families
How the pigs treat others is a fucking mockery
It's not an empty hatred, there is nothing without a reason
I remember that little fight, getting kicked in the body with the Bovver boots
I remember how the uniformed ostriches treated me
They're meant to be the minions of the law, fuck you all pigs
For ruthlessness and lack of rules, you will be always be fucked
It's a pity for words, and we're back to the topic
The girl run off, I took a new status
I was a guide to value and message on the beat
I know how much a word is worth, how much life is worth
I have 21 years, heavy baggage of experiences
Great power to this passion, to put these rhymes together
And to keep going, even though it can be hard
I am consistently going for the victory
And so year after year, let it be better
So far my innermost dream has come true
I live alone, I have progress, that hasn't changed
And although it can be a close to an end, I wish everyone luck
[Chorus: Bonus RPK] (x4)
This the story of my life, constant combinations
Koło, Warsaw, Bielany sands, I fell into these tentacles