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[Verse 1: Szpaku]
The fucking silt constantly flows from my mouth
I wrote about all the shit so that you could see the light throughout poverty
Constant questions after the concert torment me
Was he actually hanging on that handle or was that just in the lyrics?!
Fuck sake, I don't want to share the same drink with you
They talk about that track without any respect, but the fault is mine
Why the fuck did I put that out on the internet
If I was to think like that, I wouldn't believe in what I'm doing
I know that somewhere, there is one human, who thinks really similarly
Don't do anything for a show lad, or how the people want
Becausе if something goes wrong, then thеy will run away
Kleptomaniac of alcohol, I have to steal that shit (whoop)
The medicine for all evil
That's how I thought until recently, I've done a fuck ton of stupid things
It's hard to think logically when you're forever drunk
For kids who are strangling in their bodies
For the fantasists, who live in their own world
For those who err I'll be the authority
Although you won't learn until you make a mistake with something
You won't appreciate the good until evil sinks you in
You won't appreciate a good hoe until a bitch kicks you
You'll do how you consider it, don't take the words for a fact
This is only my case

[Chorus: Szapku & Paluch]
Dogs are barking because they're really scared of the storm
It's the silt, silt
What's hate, when there's rubble the whole life
It's the silt, silt
They were saying something that we won't turn out alright?
It's the silt, silt
I can't be bothered to care about these motherfuckers
It's the silt, silt
[Verse 2: Paluch & Szpaku]
We have an effect on the imagination like a corner for small kids
In a visiting room
You ask me how I'm doing, I'm constantly segregating the rubbish
That's life on its own homie
A sum of experiences, motherfucker, this is our marketing
I'm scared to think
What would happen to you, if you were to walk the same path
Where would you want to hang?
And today in a bit better whip, it's still the same guy
Homie, I won't call you a coward, from walls to the head the mould spreads
Reality is different from what the government press is saying
And although I'm not in the media, life still crushes me like a press
And only money, money, money, a sale of all rules
And only money, money, money, if you're asking what's it about
And we only have each other, each other, families on our shoulders
You won't assure them of a future by playing with plastic pouches
Life swims and collects the harvest, that gloomy ship
On the masts, instead of sails, all the good men are hanging
Your cabin shines for a show like a morning dew
And under the deck, there's silt like in a block's basement
Atypical means not like everyone else
In the middle of the night, our senses get sharpened
Rap vomit, to make the spirit clean
A lot of dirt in the tracks it's the silt, silt!
[Chorus: Szapku & Paluch]
Dogs are barking because they're really scared of the storm
It's the silt, silt
What's hate, when there's rubble the whole life
It's the silt, silt
They were saying something that we won't turn out alright?
It's the silt, silt
I can't be bothered to care about these motherfuckers
It's the silt, silt

[Outro]
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back