[Chorus]
I have a pistol for a mind
And a Daewoo in the city
Everyone knows it at this point
I have the fire, motherfucker
I have a pistol for a mind
And a Daewoo in the city
Everyone knows it at this point
I have the fire, motherfucker
[Verse 1]
The smell of coffee is still inside me
As it dances from the embers to my vein
I inherit these bars from my birth
Like it goes from my grandma to my mother
And all's well, all's well, winter came and we laid down carpets
The rapping from thе mahallah sounds sharply good
Damn it, lad's making couplets in the attic again, he's sampling Mеlas
Elsewhere, the system's robbing me a long time now
And I was good, for better or worse
I am responsible for absolute views of the Greek public
And abrupt sales of Greek Daewoos
I'm tired from what you're hearing
A bit of music, a lot of banter, a lot of couscous
I always say that I only write for real ones
But if I do so, I'll only have ten views
[Chorus]
I have a pistol for a mind
And a Daewoo in the city
Everyone knows it at this point
I have the fire, motherfucker
I have a pistol for a mind
And a Daewoo in the city
Everyone knows it at this point
I have the fire, motherfucker
[Verse 2]
My girl wants more well-written bars
Mother wants new flows, better lines
You kids only have it for two hours
I have it inside my home, you buttheads
My antennas are wasted
I don't keep in touch with the people outdoors anymore
Let's see what'll happen
They don't mention my name when talking about the nicest pen(ne)s
Because I was always a fan of linguine
My brother, my brother, I've lost my couplets
Mateos told me something I've never thought of
He says that I'm great in every beat
I just don't play in my BPMs (I just don't play in my BPMs)
Cars going high and low at their front wheel
I will make checkered button-up shirts a trend again
This will remain a classic like I'm pressing Dilla
I'm from Thrace, I already have a headscarf in my home
[Chorus]
I have a pistol for a mind
And a Daewoo in the city
Everyone knows it at this point
I have the fire, motherfucker
I have a pistol for a mind
And a Daewoo in the city
Everyone knows it at this point
I have the fire, motherfucker