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We're entering a level, where there isn't anyone
There are my people and our logo (shout out)
This goes out in the ether, classic like Tekken
We're eating their raps for fun like a sweet roll with only the quality
We talk, cuz each one of us is a rapper, not on a f**king paper, an agreement are words
We want here passion, not only money, that's how quality control is made
Hard selection, elite club
They didn't fire shots from Facebook or a Youtube party
Paluch is a new Midas, whatever he records - platinum
A classic like Adidas Torsion, another hit for that
Above all the bullsh*t, a boy like you
Played in every area, I'm hearing that about myself again
I spent half of my life on rap, it recently started giving me money
And I always felt it, that I'm the chosen one and that this won't be my wasted time
It took you some time, to get this right, we're growing slowly, cuz that's how a tree has it
Today we've got that certainty, on a field full of violets we stand alone like a baobab

I've got your raps packed in the folder "bin"
Your raps - trash copies, someone did that before
Hyper hype - fashion sh*t only for masses
Hyper hype - quality check failed
I've got your raps packed the folder "bin"
Your raps - trash copies, someone did that before
Hyper hype - fashion sh*t only for masses
Hyper hype - quality check failed

I've got more joints in my pocket than Young Multi dreads on his head
A car changes gear automatically when I've got weed in my pants b*t*h
My mum said "a lie always has short legs"
Therefore I'll cut your f**king legs, that's how we sort sh*tty rap
And you, and you, and you have a better look than skills
Your logo Thrasher is burning, not verses that you spit
Alright, alright, I want to be like you, a shooting at Wallmart
3 black men, sharp surgery, I'm running to Toronto
I'm checking new tracks or gayplays from GTA
They made a hobby out of rap, in a lobby they make LoL rap
B to the O to the R b*t*h, like a pit bull without a chain
Fake cats over the fence, we're the spinning ball
Simba, Paluch, like the speed with Redbull
Mixing raps with a good puff, it will swing you like a pill
And one more thing - rap only for the streets
I'm putting my hoodie on, I'm not some posh idiot

I've got your raps packed in the folder "bin"
Your raps - trash copies, someone did that before
Hyper hype - fashion sh*t only for masses
Hyper hype - quality check failed
I've got your raps packed the a folder "bin"
Your raps - trash copies, someone did that before
Hyper hype - fashion sh*t only for masses
Hyper hype - quality check failed

If you have something against us then come at us, I'll eat your every argument
BOR is a holy grail, I spit on your fresh powder
A mug of Whisky for everyone from my squad
A mug of Whisky, here, there ain't no guys by accident
Your virtual world, f**king printed bills
I know your Producer, you don't settle your money for the beats
You jester, shut your mouth, your empty not clever
Important, that everyone around you won't starve when you're full

I prefer to be poor than to only have money
Simple proverb known by all the homies (shout out)
Not many today remember the dekalog
Cuz life here has different rules
I prefer to be poor than to only have money
Simple proverb known by all the homies (that's right)
The only indicator that's left is quality
There are only brothers here, not guys from a first sight

I've got your raps packed in the folder "bin"
Your raps - trash copies, someone did that before
Hyper hype - fashion sh*t only for masses
Hyper hype - quality check failed
I've got your raps packed in the folder "bin"
Your raps - trash copies, someone did that before
Hyper hype - fashion sh*t only for masses
Hyper hype - quality check failed

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