PRO8L3M - Art. 258

[Intro]
- It's raining. Yo, what about what's left over?
- Which one?
- Well, that man who's been overdue for two weeks.
- Oh, this one. Well what? He keeps pretending he's lost
- Was he on the estate?
- Well no! Phone's disconnected. He's probably in some den.
- All right
- You won't see the money soon, 'cause it's better there.
- Do you know how much?
- Mordo, it's thick over there.
- Well fuck that couple of bucks, but those guys won't let him go.
- Yeah, he's got a fucking problem.

[Verse 1: Oskar]
The first step easy, answer the phone - patent lossless
There are sympathetic, women a little too - those paid
Then there's the right scream, then there's the right shame.
At the top you are yours - backed, the descent down is private
Maybe it's about the money.
There are three to ten processes at stake.
Bulk, Retail, Percent
In the glove compartment is expandable baton, you say, "I'd rather this than knife."
"Like garlic?" - permanent defects, human eyesight is prying constantly
Poor sleep or not one iota
Legal knowledge - for this ten, for that twenty five
Addiction holds like a leech, drinks blood remain lies
Faces disappear in the strips peeled off with her
Did you hear what he promised? Then check in 15 minutes.
Stories are not true; Are they bragging? They didn't see the swamp
Those who know their stuff, keep quiet
The value of the words of those who shout loudly - none
We all have this syndrome - you want numbers and you succumb to numbers
But when I hear, "it's street charisma,"
Hey, they're chasing you like cattle.
The smart ones have fresher audi, they have sinful maidens in their villa
Their boobs are better shaped, the regular ones get bigger nothing

[Chorus: Oskar](x2)
What had value is long dead.
And that joke you've got for success is based on a lie.

[Verse 2: Oskar]
So this is the life I'm gonna be proud of?
Glasses full of booze
Brawls, ruinous money, of course dirty
Smoking cig, someone with new business
Something about kilos, something about girls, something about denominations
He drank, then he went crazy, hey, I don't think they'll finish before I will smoke this cig
It's like talking about what's sick clears the bubble.
I don't give a fuck, I've been doing my job since I am borned
Only virtuosos stand
Strange how life tastes these last few hours
Generally thinking about this mess is easy to reconcile.
But when they fight me, I don't call for help.
Because I admit - I make mistakes
Hey, another one tonight.
The path has long been choosed, the crumb has long been sprinkled
You want to take an example? (blau!) You're fucking torn apart by that grenade.
You went in? No Retreat Zone
Do you want to finish? That's not possible
It matters what, for how much and what price
Watch what you doing, loser collects like an antenna
No sleep, there is closterfuck
Girl asks why I wake up when she's breathing
I can't tell her anything.
I'm saying it's the booze like today.
To want more is to understand shocks
To have more is not to die in a sweeter world
Previously, it seemed worth it for these lit

[Chorus: Oskar](x2)
What had value is long dead.
And that joke you've got for success is based on a lie.