Peja - Ja Pierdolę (feat. RDW, Brahu)

Which one of you is MC Gasto which one of you is Wacky D
I'm Rychu Peja and with me the wild style
15 years in the game, there were also cripples
but always, with a dangerous soul
I'm going back for the gold, I'm gonna step on those whores in the mud.
what with the fucking shit they're talking about, I'll take away their dignity
I'm gonna realize my meanness, the platinum disc for me
on this beating with impunity, for hip-hop sacrificially
and all the bad guys I steal from under the illusions
because only an ordinary fool wouldn't understand.
you lie down and do underneath you
I can even pat the poor, but I'm not gonna be a fucking moron
it's difficult to define the term co-commmerce today
Heartless rubbish, rap without a jam.
let everyone be scum, because I don't like to repeat myself
fuck the weak MC's and the mass media to risk

[x2]
I fuck your style, I fuck your skill
I'm fucking your clip, I'm fucking you in the face.
I fuck your money, I fuck your bits
I'm fucking your hits, I'm fucking your kitty.

Rap in good taste like [?] henesi
WFD three letters are not KFC
with pressure, because the MC doesn't have a slight
RTV? hmm, jealousy eats you fast
I just write nothing even when I'm not recording
I have to make money to drive, so I'm swimming
and although I know that many people don't wash up to me
it's a headache and I'm not the one who's gonna release the album.
I don't have the time or the willingness to fight for my
though you and your hits don't stand a chance here.
loyalty to the truth, who fucked the beans
I'm not afraid so that's why I'm standing here
because I have character and a clean card
I have skills that put on your balls.
and you do the cocksucker when you want to smear into a microphone.
Brahu bit with the bomb Rychu with the Tri-City come on
WFD not with Eski fold, no dash, no disaster
without the lame, rural melodies even when electronically
without little male hits, no public tricks.
with style and taste and technically
with this rap dog club and street rap
we're gonna fuck you up in the fucking hole.
I can't even hear what you're saying

[x2]
I fuck your style, I fuck your skill
I'm fucking your clip, I'm fucking you in the face.
I fuck your money, I fuck your bits
I'm fucking your hits, I'm fucking your kitty.

Hey, fucking flow, fucking rhyme, fucking style
I can't accept that
the lames make a mess by saying it's rap
we blow you up like a house of cards
I'll breathe in and out, you kneel and sip.
I'm like a vinyl you're plaiting a slab from the sidewalk
This is you-You to us, bitch! Don't count on a draw
go back to where you're still king of the firehouse
the whole of hip-hop Poland says P-Ñ style
we make rap, you do the feast
Excuse me, excuse me, mate.
Bye, Ziemowit. Good night, Mieszko.
I'll raise my middle finger to everyone.
Put the mic down, bounce, rap not hurt
and take it seriously, because I'm coming in here
Brahu brother, Rychu Peja and WFD

[x2]
I fuck your style, I fuck your skill
I'm fucking your clip, I'm fucking you in the face.
I fuck your money, I fuck your bits
I'm fucking your hits, I'm fucking your kitty.