[Intro: sample]
You wish you was dead
[Verse 1: Styl Mo, sample, Styl Mo & Mani]
And your man finally sells you out
These things happen
In this world we come alone
And we leave on a sheetι
Where you wake up and go to sleep and get lost
You think, you think, you go crazy in the dark
The grey city drags me to the rhythms of black music
Genesis, Phi Beta Sigma from birth
It's the hardcore hip-hop Bong Da City, monsters flows
Sword lyrics to my microphone I give it 100 percent
It's Style Moe, whatever you do you'll be short
In front of the lyrics I spit at you, I give it to the alans, the bums
To those who've lived through a stage and not a blow job
Who, you say, you crazy, diva dames who sold out to the paper for the show
And now they've turned it to RnB,, eh
(I'm the last motherfucker you ever wanna fuck with. You wish you was dead)
[Verse 2: Styl Mo, Styl Mo & Mani, Mani]
Hey, what are you talking about? I'm digging reverse on them, look
How I make them look like mannequinswe say
Zero hour and I'm still horny for whores
With raps about MC's that make copies
My styles, hey, kid, step away
The city's playing hard and I'm your...
Run, hide, get fucked, strip, you and your people
Carnivores, you can't match my skills
It's Bong Da City sick minds make Satan move carefully
I cut their tricks, I'm on top of them, Foni, step on them (Foni, fuck them, fuck them)
Impersonating when they shove the real Foni and again
He shuts mouths, no posing only
He rolls the dice, he'll roll a six, move over, do something
Because it does not cease my style writes
[Verse 2: Μανιακός]
(Yaw) Athens, lost traveller under the Acropolis, I announce the war
The scent of death in the concrete city under sheds I evoke through the images I capture
But their faces are pale
I have no heart to wipe out their generation from time
Midnights, drugs and visions, phobias, women who are unhinged and step on your weaknesses
And keep faith with those who soon sold you friendships
No matter what, you're my every step and in all ages
I with a multitude of doubts
I've never pursued prominence nor money through music, puppets
The people who follow me I call them partners in a game of magic
The results of conspiracy, delusion
A combination of moves
In haunted dark places, blending five senses into one
Alone and utterly restless, chikki-chikki - Bong Da City