club djembe - fisz mix Vol 4 (mashup)

Mary Lou * (FB) * https://www.facebook.com/merygoodwery/
ARKanoid https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100056783704560
Fokus - Klaskaj & Plus 100 Do Lansu Dj.Frodo twoinone (gold collection) https://www.cda.pl/video/141087688e
Lilli Wood *(FB)* https://www.facebook.com/merygoodwery
radio 2REC Fokus - ATH/Paradox https://www.cda.pl/video/1410896341
RADIO STACJA TUREK broadcast 21. 04. 2023r. https://www.cda.pl/video/141081337a
kazik staszewski - przystań Turek https://www.cda.pl/video/13419055b1
kapela ze wsi warszawa - stowarzyszenie przystań turek https://www.cda.pl/video/1341931081


Clone Lyrics
I'm not Rob, though they call me "Zombie"
'Cause I'm standing stiff in the middle of the road
Shoes heavy as if I had stones there
Possessed, I move like an animal
By dark powers, a true omen
Long skinny man behind the microphone
I have a sharp tongue like the flavors of India
I do voodoo, this is not Haiti
Candomblé sects somewhere in Brazil
Samba with ghosts, bikini samba
I'm squeezing the microphone - it's my talisman
Microphone, snare drum - my insignia
Mom's exquisite movements, solo dance
I don't change, I stay myself
The demon ate the heart, so I'm choking
It's like I sold my soul to the devil
He summoned Satan, he renounced God
He signed a pact with the devil in blood
I just stand there, throw out words
You know the story, it still has no end
It goes like this: for ten years
Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah
It goes like this: for ten years
Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah

Ooo in headphones clone
I'm talking in stereo on both sides
Ooh my place, time
I'm doing a profit and loss account

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Hunter
Fisz Emade
A child in the fog
Fisz Emade
traces
Fisz Emade

Every day is like a shortcut
Give me the mic when I wake up!
It saves the skin and works wonders
Cleans infected lungs
This is the second phase, the operation phase
Face-up attack as if I was playing chess
I'm not antique like a VCR
Me and the microphone are Batman and Robin
The glasses in the glasses fog up
As seed, soil - such fruit, yield
You come to me - the current will kick you
I'm radioactive now
You touch me and you turn blue
You stand stiff, struck by lightning
Although it's Warsaw, not Chernobyl
I just stand there, throw out words
This story still has no end
It goes like this: for ten years
Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah
It goes like this: for ten years
Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah

Ooo in headphones clone
I'm talking in stereo on both sides
Ooh my place, time
I'm doing a profit and loss account
Ooo in headphones clone
I'm talking in stereo on both sides
Ooh my place, time
I'm doing a profit and loss account


This music - the greatest aphrodisiac
My jaw is still springy
Jumps like a poorly assembled fil
Eyes clear - I'm a Siberian wolf
I'm hungry, I'm picky
These are my "satanic verses"
I have no mercy behind the microphone
You come any closer, I'll count the bones
Larger receding teeth, missing teeth
Hitting like Muhammad Ali
You shoot at random
I train at the Shaolin Temple
Good morning to you! It's "entrance of the dragon"
It's not shurikens, it's words
This story still has no end
It goes like this: for ten years
Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah
It goes like this: for ten years
Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah
It goes like this: for ten years
Blah blah blah blah...

Ooo in headphones clone
I'm talking in stereo on both sides
Ooh my place, time
I'm doing a profit and loss account
Ooo in headphones clone
I'm talking in stereo on both sides
Ooh my place, time
I'm doing a profit and loss account

Blah Blah Number Two Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When I'm here and there drinking black coffee
I know I'm stuck somewhere between the new and the old
I lean over myself, wind my watch
I do what I like, what I do not for punishment
Although I collect penalty points
Like a bass clarinet, I tune well down below
So ladies and gentlemen, music is a spaceport
Flying over the skyscrapers my space shuttle
What cures sick phobias
Through the seas, oceans like an amphibian
The membrane jumps like an excise tax
Like a hand in a state of delirium
Earn a minimum of clean, because I'm clean as spirit
My way of life is to stick to the beat
What would I do without my blah blah blah
What is the merit of this case
Maybe I'd freeze in between in misery
Or earned a master's degree
Blah blah blah like PVC tiles is not my message
The message is deep, excellent profile, low profit
If it wasn't for blah blah blah maybe I'd be slicing a takeaway gyros
Immobilized like a corpse
With and without VAT
Part-time work or die, die and work
I love even more
The air is humid
With or without gain
My blah blah blah that ruins finances
I say bye bye to those who don't give me a chance

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Gorilla
Fisz Emade
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Fisz Emade
Sprinter
Dave & Central Cee

[Chorus]
Hey, what would I be doing without my blah blah blah
At the cash register, I'd scan some lousy codebar
It would break your heart like some femme fatale
I'm circulating mine all over the country - blah blah blah
What would I do without my blah blah blah
At the cash register, I'd scan some lousy codebar
It would break your heart like some femme fatale

[Verse 2]
When I'm here and there, I'm poisoning my lungs with nicotine
I know I'm stuck between effect and cause
I lean over myself, although it's not narcissism
With which so many today fight in front of the mirror
No one will dance with the star when it goes out
Sadness ate my heart
What would I do without my blah blah blah
So many friends and relatives leave the country
He's going somewhere for work
The Vistula is poisonous like asbestos
London is as sweet as gooseberries
My candidate never wins, the taxman kills
Colleagues get the fuck out of the country, but not on a camping trip
A friend stuffs minced meat into a hamburger
The other opens a pawnshop
Someone's washing pots, but not Gary Oldman
What is worth much more than the mp3 format sold at the stadium
I'm mr blah blah blah, I'm mr little man
What in front of the cameras does not repent before God
I'm making love, not war
I'm planning babies, not a bomb
I ride a bike, not a tank
Fascists are getting feathered
Somewhere on the Vistula that smells like denatured alcohol
Although I went to you for a milkshake
I see you want to complain a bit
My generation has a bitter dream of emigration
There is no end to this frustration
It's the end of the Polish team
If you want to change the world, start with yourself


[Chorus x4]


Lyrics - Rap Genius Poland
Are you there? Lyrics
Gathered, I am asking for your attention, even for five minutes
My name - Count Honey - you know it well
My hobby is doing a microphone test
Puff into the diaphragm like I'm just having sex
When Mr. Emade bangs his finger on the MPC
My middle name is Mr. Phenomenon
I wave my tongue like a Chagall brush
I crumble weak MCs like a croissant
I have bigger bends, but I'm losing my belly fast
Ladies say: "Look, he's lost weight!"
Like he hasn't eaten for a month or just ate tofu
You grab the microphone, but tell me where your taste is
You and the microphone, it's like corduroy and golf
You crack like glass under your shoes
I can travel around the world with a microphone
Warsaw, London, Kabul or Riyadh
Like I'm in Paris I say "c'est la vie"
And when a new, quite sober thought comes to me
I listen to old records while eating rice with cinnamon
This lowers blood sugar levels
I have heaven here, I don't need anything

Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning
Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S
If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture
And if time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad
Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning
Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S
If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture
If time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad

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1978
Fisz Emade
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You're Losing Me (From The Vault)
Taylor Swift

And if you are, and I know you are
Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow
And if you are, and I know you are
Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow

I knock on the membrane, I ask: "are you there?"
If money rules the world, something is wrong here
Like I'm a Rasta I scream "bomboclat!"
My blah blah blah is in my DNA
I never teach or give advice
I can travel around the world with a microphone
Warsaw, London, Kabul or Riyadh
Like you're in Paris you say "bon voyage"
You wave your hand at me, ask, "how are you?"
I've been doing pretty well for several years now
A rolling stone does not grow moss
Don't ask me because I don't know if it's passé
And if you're there, and I know you are
I carry a treasure inside me
More valuable than what the world has to offer
I know more, but I really don't know anything
And when a new, quite sober thought comes to me
I listen to old records while eating rice with cinnamon
This lowers blood sugar levels
I have heaven here, I don't need anything


Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning
Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S
If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture
If time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad
Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning
Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S
If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture
And if time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad

And if you are, and I know you are
Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow
And if you are, and I know you are
Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow

Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning
Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S
If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture
And if time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad
Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning
Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S
If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture
And if time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad

And if you are, and I know you are
Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow
And if you are, and I know you are
Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow
And if you are, and I know you are
Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow
And if you are, and I know you are
Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow

These are my ravenous loneliness, they make scrambled eggs from 4 eggs, when you text chase, probably Inter-City all over the country... I'm sending you S.O.S. mud dog, flap your wing and fly and fly, get up and fly, get up and fly, get up and fly, get up and fly! These are my raging loneliness behind the computer sitting all day now when I'm texting chase you probably already have a colorful dream on your eyelids... I'm sending you S.O.S, light petal, get up and fly... well, get up and fly, well get up and fly, get up and fly, get up and fly, get up and fly! come on get up and lie down...

wouldn't it be nice to answer me if something happened to spite those who preach national slogans in the capital, in the center of my city x4 it's not an engaged protest-song although it sounds like a gong, like a king kong the hair on my hand is in armor to the teeth and the guitar is not tuned without commitment like social activists who rip the guts long, skinny one, he is not like that they wipe the slogans social activists from the capital city of the city that glitters like lip gloss and scarves have a skull, sheet metal left we have shiny slogans so bravo everybody get up 'hip hip hooray!' in honor of new ideology my waving laughs and I don't wave most of the time I wash my hands and tuck my legs up miracle of nature involved I have something else for you not made of cardboard not made of paper and doesn't beat I have something for you that is neither right nor left I'm not smart like smart guys who grow like thuja after rain, there is no guarantee for several years, but there is no expiry date, this is not feminism, this is not a national movement, this is not a newspaper that tells you who to sleep with, how to suck in and pull out your belly ... hey! wouldn't it be nice to answer me if something happened to spite those who preach national slogans in the capital, in the center of my city x4 hey, hey, smart guys a whole wave of smart guys like ants are spreading around the city smart guys and their heads tilted down , I have something that doesn't divide in half like a cleaver I walk on foot along the lanes and stop I blink empty slogans spread like a stench although I have a body weight like a skeleton I don't put weight on and perform smooth movements like a conductor with a baton? I connect with a good note a minute that lasts forever I have something for you that doesn't send troops and doesn't wave a flag doesn't campaign, doesn't scare dynamite with a stick like a terrorist it's not a mission, not demagoguery, not an extra in the background top pure notes without back room, no program, so ladies and gentlemen! gentlemen ladies! gentlemen ladies, hey! before you get dirty up to your neck, get splashed, drink the swill and I produce painted sounds with an indifferent drake, will you follow the crowd that only muffles your brain or will you stay here with me? will you stay here with me?! Wouldn't it be nice if you would tell me Wouldn't it be nice if you would tell me Hey Wouldn't it be nice if something happened to spite those who proclaim national slogans in the capital, in the center of my city x4