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[Verse: Szpaku]
I'm not a chav or a junkie, I only bring the truth
Not a gangsta or a hustler, I just have the passion
When I start the beat, I get high, like I'd be smoking weed
And when the verses are flowing, It's like I would be dropping hundreds out of a window, Szpaku
In between the blocks, I float around like the number to the dealer
Kia takes away someone again, I don't know the guy, therefore I don't care
Despite the rules, I wish luck to all the boys, who run with the stuff
They don't play for swag, but to have the dough for the weekends
Everyone here believes that the poor years will pass by
As of yet, the towers are like the WTC
Few years went past like one verse
I'm a bit bigger, If there will be a need, then I'll get on top
It'll be all good when you will all stop making verses under the beats
Maybe emigration will give you wider horizons
Only Newschool or true-school at yours, always the same shit
No combinations with the beat or flow, same technique
But it's cool, I get it, everyone's an MC
But don't say that you destroy fools, you wacky rapper
I've already said it, you want beef? I walk in confidently
Because what kind of rapper, like Miuosh ignores a diss?
I stand behind my words, I got gems from the concretes of streets
Few black MC's taught me, how to live in poverty
Today I give you something more than just verses under a beat
I'm black like I'd be drinking litres of codeine with GBE
What white has to do with the black? The white must listen to the black
On those tracks like Biggie, ready to die, motherfuckers
1994 - album from Biggie is out
I'm crying at the childbirth, although I'm far from Huczu
I didn't scrape with Pathology neither I got stuck in it
Thanks to my folks I got more than a ticket for life
If you ever tell me that it's not alright
Then tell that to those kids, whose fathers down spirits at night
Always within this shit, I look at the world around me
Block's 4th floor, got more flaws than assets
They cure a problem with a beer, a hangover with a joint, that's how a rapper lives
And don't ask me, If rap is a part of my life because that's clearly shown
I'm in this since ALC till Dirty Hearts
The school doesn't make any difference, if it's good then it'll loop it
Always getting wasted here, boys in tracksuits, not tight jeans
Smoking stuff in whips, 3 stripes that's the block's subculture
Twisting and rolling is the only exercise that homies do here
And their ideas on themselves like a joint - burned a long time ago
But a high five goes to the neighbourhoods, read it like it's counted in grams
Because they start those tracks like we start that stuff during the recordings
Fame will come on its own, don't worry about that
The game - I flow with it, not upstream, therefore I won't miss it
I'm lazy, but If I decide on something then I'll do it
Look how from the unwillingness I make a line, call it coke
Yours is a Pentedrone, mine's a Columbian drug
And it's not about sniffing, but the lyrics homie
I'm myself, and will always be myself
I'll make all my wishes come true, then I'll collect lots of dough
Homies tell me, to spit the truth in between the eyes
Only that kind of rap has respect here, those are our blocks