[Verse 1: Śliwa]
Take a moment, and tell me which DJ in this country has Legends from the US
DJ Decks, the seventh mixtape, It'll shut the holes of haters
You get goosebumps just by looking at the tracklist
I throw verses on the beat, to kill, you better quote them
Eight is enough for me, although I have eight notebooks
The leaders of Poznań, I was also honoured
Do you remember me at the bottom? Well, greetings from the peak
[Verse 2: DGE]
Yo Dariusz, how are you, Grandpa Templar
High in Dubai, the kings of calamities
Don't go crazy, this strange country is ruled by a notary
Give us the peace already, fuck these fairy tales
Notorious comes in (Biggie), rap bestiary
We tend to drive slowly in Poznań
DJ, give us that script. DJ Decks (Mixtape Seven)
[Verse 3: Słoń ]
I growl like DMX on the tracks
"Mixtape VII" - DJ Decks, auf wiedersehen motherfucker
I swear profusely because fuck-up is my middle name
On the roof of the block, like King Kong, I beat my chest
I flow like blood flows through the streets of Bogota
I fuck your head up harder than Thiocodin and Desomorphine
These condoms have fallen off their dicks, thinking they can come here to spit verses
The scene is breaking the seams, it's dance music - danse macabre
[Verse 4: Kaczor]
Six MCs and a DJ, that's how the seventh mixtape flows
Like a lucky seven, though I've been in the first league for years
While greed is fashionable, take it easy, it's just a game
But of the Seven Deadly Sins, I have anger in my DNA
Like the Seven Samurais, well, history is known
Like Smith and the Seven Souls when most of the rap scene is a tragedy
Today I fulfil seven wishes, I'm a black cat
And seven days a week I throw the verse as if it was a hammer
[Verse 5: Shellerini]
All around there are only clouds and dust, as the Kool G Rap flows along the streets of the blues
Again, when Loonies cradles lunt pads, soiled drought
Like I'm pulling the trigger on this gun
A product of Onyx and Looney Tunes, not hoes and hundreds
Shellerini - Last man standing like MC Eiht
Decks is recording there, I fly as if I had an "S" on my chest
I am flowing without these hyenas and strange debates
And with me only golden kinders like Joel Osteen
[Verse 6: Paluch]
I'm flying on classics again, homie, like Adidas` leaf
Thumb's style mixed with tune and Technics
The music of the hoods is already visiting all the homes
Even on the protected blocks, the seventh mixtape will be heard
Hits, puffs, bottles, vinyl sounds
The city takes away the strength like quicksand
I'm running to my destination, call me the fucking bald husky
Behind me on the road lie only bitten skulls