B.R.O - Byłem Raperem

I was a rapper
I'm consciously rapping this in the past tense
Because I was a rapper
But I decided to become someone better

The stage is a fair, that's why brocki will make a brexit from it
Draw conclusions about who writes your idols' lyrics
Check the credits to see if it's not Jakub Birecki

I was a rapper, who am I now is style, watches
I make a career, from a Civic to a Maserati
No leasing, high taxes, listened to by teenagers
Listened to by your moms on their way to work on the main rotation

It will still be beautiful, a year and a half of AirPlay
It's playing everywhere everyday, Zet, Eska, RMF FM
Polsat in the forest opera, national like at Wembley
And although I live like in a dream, I feel the pressure because
I don't know myself, I don't know who I am anymore?

Standing at a concert in some foreign city
Playing the ukulele and singing the chorus
The audience is having fun very eagerly, but
One buddy in the front row is silent
After the performance, he's standing by the barrier
I think, okay, he's probably here for a photo
When I approach, he's rapping like a machinegun
And it's verse after verse he says:

I practiced for over a decade, I have signatures on an old record
Because thanks to your music I changed my life
I hope you'll rap something awesome again
That's why this number is for you

Even if someone once crossed you out
Keep running for what's yours
I had to carry so much pressure on my shoulders
If needed, I'll do it again

Even if someone once crossed you out
Keep running for what's yours
I had to carry so much pressure on my shoulders
If needed, I'll do it again

I was a rapper who didn't fit the environment
Instead of freestyling on battles, I was running on fields
A hairstyle like a footballer, not a guy from the blocks
Polish Hip-hop didn't appreciate me, but Friz did

Cracovians value my work
Because I wrote them a hit worth a hundred million
The craziest part is
That I write such things on the fly
I write such things on the balcony when
I'm admiring the city's panorama
I write such things on my iPhone
Because that's my way of earning

I want sauce as much as on pasta
Fans as many as at Maracanã
Running to the studio like in a marathon
By the microphone like in quarantine
They will talk about me like about Maradona
Before they take me away in a hearse
It's not yet time for a farewell or last dance

This is a number for those who listened to bitter chocolate
On their way to school, today they’re rather on their way to work
Fans from clear, dirty truth, for them it’s already a classic
We had faces like kids and a lot of passion

Others were excited by "New Chapter" or "Cold as Ice"
I can't read from five lines but I play like from notes
Eryk Moczko wrote a DM saying he listened to my debut
As a kid and then damn started to feel it

I recorded a few tutorials, uploaded them on YouTube
So young ones could set autotune like mine
And I've been sticking it to the whole scene since its inception
Because instead of always being theirs, Kuba preferred to be his own

So even if someone once crossed you out
Keep running for what's yours
I had to carry so much pressure on my shoulders
If needed, I'll do it again

Even if someone once crossed you out
Keep running for what's yours
I had to carry so much pressure on my shoulders
If needed, I'll do it again

I was a rapper, I remember the beginning
This is B.R.O
Just like the first concert
I chose the path, man
I'm walking confidently
Rap is a freakin' slalom
As if you were to hear Siemanko!