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[Verse 1: Κακοήθης]
Come on, you pussy, now talk bad about me and see it big
I'm gonna make you count every word you say
And in the middle you are nothing, so...
Somewhere in here my mission is complete, you wimp
You're the one who's got the cup on the line
You are not an MC just because you happened to have a weed
Gather all the f*****s in your clique and come on down
I'm gonna smoke my cigarette and then you're gonna get your asses kicked
I'm comin' with the crazy, addicted Bong Da City
I'm gonna teach you, mothеrfucker, how a house gets fuckеd properly
Come on, you little snitch, tell us your story
To tell you you're a fool for your age
And get out, and take your friend here with you
Cause I've got a trunk full of mules
If you see us, you'll be off with a light
Cause our minds have always been wrong

[Verse 2: Inka]
Give us 2 fucking kicks and have fun and leave the introductions
Simple acts, I'm talking in meaningful ways so you get the point
Headless, hip-hop ain't a fashion, headless people
In your house they listen to Bong Da City in ectasy
Okay, how much of what you say you do?
You're gonna drink a joint and stay in the same classroom
You fucking clarinets, you were missing your clarinets in a Florentine phase
You've got us all pissed off like Farina Yoti
You've got the face of a traitor, a phony drunk, a phony bastard
You try too hard, but you can't get it right the first time
I've got the balls to call out all the talentless, untalented, untrustworthy people
A four-letter word and they go cry to their moms, you know what I mean?
I've got solutions to your problems, and if you can convince me
I'll buy you a bowl of Friskies, don't get your hopes up
To achieve the impossible, impossible
I'm moving your mind like a dynamo and I'm a fucking dynamo
[Verse 3: Styl Mo]
Fuck the starlet
Here I'm living it to the rhythms of City Bong Da, a pure horror
When I'm rapping, non-stop from the house listening to the bum
Dapa-dopa, from Athens to Thessaloniki
My style is spreading, I'm solving riddles like a knot in the throat
Where they sit and MC's I stomp
In a minute, it's enough to bring panic
One minute is all it takes for you to show me respect
One minute is all it takes to cause mayhem
Wait a minute, take the groupies, they don't fit in here
We're making music, we're on top, we're on the first LP
Don't try to see it big, you're not enough, bitch
It's Fonnie, couple he raps, (Chik), it turns you to dust, man?
Looking for trouble with the baddest guys in town, man?
Representing skateboarders, graffiti artists, DJs, B-Boys, beatboxes, hip-hoppers, not pretenders
A lot of them saw her as a killer, we got the real thing, back off
Stop for commercials, don't play
Inside a radio station my music don't play
Everybody ash on the map from the barker, move over, madames, oh yeah, no pause, our crew is a smash
Customer, from one end to the other we're spreading out bringing the action
On your speakers we bounce into your house uninvited, at ease, our mics are on fire, memo
And we'll breathe it into your sleep, like Molotov cocktails my couples bombard in your sleep in-

[Verse 4: Tsaki]
In the face of absurdity, raw human minds against pollution is Gotham, outlined characters
Behind bodies bearer, lyric crystallized, matter of higher matter that takes pleasure in writing rhymes
Bong Da City, City Da Bong, Bo- Bong Da City
Learn it well
That we'll be in front of every dumb statement you make
I know our verses will make you walk around the city in asphalt
I've got hooks in places you thought you'd never see
I dig with faces that look hungry and hash in my pockets
From Petralona, Thessaloniki, back to Nea Smirni
Tell me, you faggot, what places your shitface goes
You can't reach us
None of you, don't bother
Our word is a sword like a guillotine that weighs you down with what you say
We spray your cliques like a thief in your house, cover everything and fill it with signatures
Of the places you're afraid to pass, psychotic nightmare, the echo of Da Bong in the neighborhoods
We made record labels leave rap in our hands, known our davening in all corners
It doesn't matter how often you write about the street
Because you're writing bullshit, you're just wasting your time
You're writing bullshit, lies you wrote and listened to
I'd like to remind you how many wimps you've worked with
[Verse 5: E.P.]
Your brothel blows up like a furnace
Zero hour, Greece, shut up and move on, it's the Bong Da flame in Gotham's fever boiling city
Besides, I always do it on purpose, you fuck, sweat and blood coming out of your nose, you prick
Be careful when you walk at night, punk
Things that can happen to you are dangerous
The end result is always to leave the victims behind
Sick safeties, staged emotions
Repressions, projection in meaningless bands
Snakes always come, assholes always come
A patch of fire, ashes and ashes, I'm back
The on in my word and whoever got mixed up with it fell
Body and soul I'm taking it all away, I don't have that cliché
You son of a bitch, come to battle man 2 man and
You'll go away with a form to distribute, salesman

[Verse 6: Mani]
They're talking dirty, they're looking to talk, they're talking too much, they've got shit in their heads, I don't feel it, just the
I'll leave a body without a head, you're not a giant, you dumbass, you're just a target for me
For Bong, if it wasn't for the Gr, you'd be a fan, Cinderella
Let me practice my kama sutra on you, my loop trap verse
You realize that shouting too much makes you tired, you spill what you've been boiling for a long time
And you have the nerve to tell me your name is LeBron
You're not even in the men's room, stay home, lady
And say you got agora-phobia
But put the alarm, get it through your head that we don't share
Athens and here you go
Under your noses we're giving out drugs to your friends
It's the Bong Da City crew, the monsters of Arkham
Proud, famous and awesome in raps I'm waiting for a showdown
Our microphones, rebirth
Every couple by me seems like a lining
The world is shaking, hitting bouts of scarcity (woo-woo)
[Outro: Mani & Inka]
Open to any would-be warrior from the underground, the BDC spits war
Open to any would-be warrior from the underground, the BDC spits war