Shellerini & Słoń - Absolwent

(Shellerini)
Surrounded by hypocrisy, we walk our own path
Into the darkness, deep into P.O.Z.N.A.N. with a line
Fast pace, I kill my flow with the tempo
My own pace, I don't go where everyone runs
The walls whisper, the dudes at the station are silent
The country is ruled by Jim Jones, feel the cellar's dampness
Hip-hop, it's all within us, like instinct
Whiskey in glasses, and Baggy jeans on butts
They know us from rap, the rest is speculation
It's us, like Third Dimension - different from everyone else
Screw the race, screw all traitors
Underground corps, hidden in the urban jungle
From the beginning bathed in fire
Raised in these neighborhoods, where the staircases are cruel
Away from fakes, deceptions, all the bullshit
Raise the vodka, for our people, salute man

(Chorus Shellerini/Słoń)
With combined forces, forward, like La Onda
United in rap, fight, and views
That's how it looks, another sick compact
In a country where you won't find justice in courts
Life combat, full contact fight
Cold realities are your only companion
This flow pulls you in, like a tornado
And the truth, on the throats of liars, is an anaconda

(Słoń)
This is a blow, motherfucker, that shatters ribs
Yellow fever, explosion of the London metro
Another human tragedy, media full of falsehood
Let them be silent, like the Vatican on the Holocaust
The two of us again, always moving forward
Like Harry Angel, this world is sinking into insanity
A deep cut, stream of murky red
I keep your lying tongue on a shelf, like a souvenir
Over the land of shadows, I walk, like Thorgal
The same bald face, with technique like Immortal
Our people are a wild horde, have been, and will be
Time to hold a bloodbath, like the family from Dayton
Change that, I bring pain, kill the fetus
This flow scorches you, like a jellyfish burn
It's the time of divine wrath, apocalyptic visions
Nuclear countdown, destruction is near
Instead of a mouth, you have a vagina, lying minister
Fuck the government, parliament, senate, and the high chamber
People believe that the system will change the situation in the cities
They once believed the earth was flat
Home invasion, son, like Ice-T
Vomit cash to me, today we uproot weeds
Wild screams, endless word resource
These are graduates of the Higher School of Making Noise

With combined forces, forward, like La Onda
United in rap, fight, and views
That's how it looks, another sick compact
In a country where you won't find justice in courts
Life combat, full contact fight
Cold realities are your only companion
This flow pulls you in, like a tornado
And the truth, on the throats of liars, is an anaconda