SZLAM

[Verse 1: Szpaku] The fucking silt constantly flows from my mouth I wrote about all the shit so that you could see the light throughout poverty Constant questions after the concert torment me Was he actually hanging on that handle or was that just in the lyrics?! Fuck sake, I don't want to share the same drink with you They talk about that track without any respect, but the fault is mine Why the fuck did I put that out on the internet If I was to think like that, I wouldn't believe in what I'm doing I know that somewhere, there is one human, who thinks really similarly Don't do anything for a show lad, or how the people want Becausе if something goes wrong, then thеy will run away Kleptomaniac of alcohol, I have to steal that shit (whoop) The medicine for all evil That's how I thought until recently, I've done a fuck ton of stupid things It's hard to think logically when you're forever drunk For kids who are strangling in their bodies For the fantasists, who live in their own world For those who err I'll be the authority Although you won't learn until you make a mistake with something You won't appreciate the good until evil sinks you in You won't appreciate a good hoe until a bitch kicks you You'll do how you consider it, don't take the words for a fact This is only my case [Chorus: Szapku & Paluch] Dogs are barking because they're really scared of the storm It's the silt, silt What's hate, when there's rubble the whole life It's the silt, silt They were saying something that we won't turn out alright? It's the silt, silt I can't be bothered to care about these motherfuckers It's the silt, silt [Verse 2: Paluch & Szpaku] We have an effect on the imagination like a corner for small kids In a visiting room You ask me how I'm doing, I'm constantly segregating the rubbish That's life on its own homie A sum of experiences, motherfucker, this is our marketing I'm scared to think What would happen to you, if you were to walk the same path Where would you want to hang? And today in a bit better whip, it's still the same guy Homie, I won't call you a coward, from walls to the head the mould spreads Reality is different from what the government press is saying And although I'm not in the media, life still crushes me like a press And only money, money, money, a sale of all rules And only money, money, money, if you're asking what's it about And we only have each other, each other, families on our shoulders You won't assure them of a future by playing with plastic pouches Life swims and collects the harvest, that gloomy ship On the masts, instead of sails, all the good men are hanging Your cabin shines for a show like a morning dew And under the deck, there's silt like in a block's basement Atypical means not like everyone else In the middle of the night, our senses get sharpened Rap vomit, to make the spirit clean A lot of dirt in the tracks it's the silt, silt! [Chorus: Szapku & Paluch] Dogs are barking because they're really scared of the storm It's the silt, silt What's hate, when there's rubble the whole life It's the silt, silt They were saying something that we won't turn out alright? It's the silt, silt I can't be bothered to care about these motherfuckers It's the silt, silt [Outro] One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back