club djembe - fisz mix (mashuup)

You're walking through the city like a king
You can't see much from your height
And I have a luxurious one for you,
Mr. Me and the whole world have some not-so-nice news for you
Your world is starting to burn
Because my world has been burning for a long time.
It's burning
This time it's not fireworks
It's not sparklers
You look at the kitchen knife
The knife you cut the meat with
Before you put it on the spit
I have some not so nice news for you
Smug with yourself Mr.
I am that knife
Your world is starting to burn
Because my world has been burning for a long time
This together it's not fireworks, it's not sparklers
Your world is starting to burn
Because my world has been burning for a long time
It's burning
Luxury Mr.
Your world is starting to burn.
It's burning
Your world is burning
Because my world has been burning for a long time
You don't know because you've never tried to know
Touch my world
You have big wooden windows at home
But those eyes are all in steel bars
You shave your face with a razor blade
And I still hear the laughter of your loyal admirers
Before you put on your suit
Before you tie your tie
You will make a perfect move like a tennis player
A perfect move with your free hand
I have some not-so-nice news for you
My luxurious gentleman
I am that razor blade
It's not fake news
Because it's already been proven
Your world is starting to burn
Just like my world has been burning for a long time
Your world is starting to burn burn
Because my world has been burning for a long time
This time it's not fireworks
It's not sparklers
Your world is starting to burn
Because my world has been burning for a long time
Your world
It's burning
Just like my world
It's been burning for a long time
Luxurious Mr.
It's burning

Look, listen.
They are not equal.
Normal people.
They are not equal.
Look, listen.
Turn on your thinking
They are not equal to
Normal people
They are not equal to Normal people It's an abyss It's pure rubble And hell Look Listen Pet shop boys And Freddie Mercury
Idiot They are not equal to Normal people They are not equal Daddy's boy Agora's pe

They are not equal
And what will you do? Internet expert
asks me What will you do If your son If your daughter Tells you that they are like them What will you do Idiot Turn on your thinking What will you do to them

I say, I'll make them dinner,
I'll give them dessert,
I'll tell them to finish reading the books, They
've done their homework,
They've studied a bit,
I'll do it,
I'll do it,
And you continue with yours,
Idiot.
They are not equal
Normal people they are not equal
They are not equal
It's an abyss
Turn on your thinking
They are not equal
Normal people
They are not equal
Storm
and dust
Dust
That's Everywhere
Dust
That You're Drowning In,
Idiot
What will you do now
If your daughter
If your son
They tell you while sitting at the table
That they are just like them
Idiot
This is the abyss
They are not equal
I say I will make them dinner
I will give them dessert
I will tell them to finish reading the books
They did their homework They studied
a little
I will hug them tightly I will put them
to bed sleep
I will say goodnight
I will wish them beautiful dreams
About a harmless utopia
Where everyone respects each other
Idiot what will you do now
This is the abyss
You idiot
, Daddy's boy,
Agora's pet

I dot the "i" and present my captivity that
eats me from the inside like bark beetles,
butts pressed into a new suede armchair, my head on
an oak table I jump like a record on an adapter
I jump like a parachute jumper over my house
What is not written down,
so I have a Field of Performance quite big, please, a storm of applause
At a high temperature
, remove my bondage like a chicken needle, which gives pure distortion Words
with my weapon, let's start eating like a spagetti western version number one, test
If you have a tester running, limit my bondage, send it to me
Straight into space, my bondage In a crazy circle, turn off
the field protective and smoldering because I need oxygen to breathe ehe ehe
Bondage as small as Scrapbook rolls but pampered
Like TV idols, redundant like closet moths
Cell phones conversations drip drip my bondage
Let's go into the rain
Let's go into the rain
Let's go into the rain
Let's go into the rain
To wet my bondage and your bondage
And let's go into the rain
Dude, the phone rings and starts again
New myths and your little mythology that won't be able to bind me You
produce new trends, you take photos of them
A lipstick bag lipstick sucks I have the style of the first
attempt I shoot words from an electric tube
And you want to instill me somewhere you want a definition my Blood group
which you know what it sounds like because it bangs against your membranes and the beat is thick
It stuck to you like a layer of tinder to a tree
And you would love to tie my hands with a pentel
Too pop for the underground Too much underground for the pop
A stream without any illusions before I wake up in the right place
You want to buy me a coffin, arrange me like a violin in a case
The final nail in my talent, which is becoming less and
less popular on the radio, even for those who have a face but no face
Now commercials don't interrupt the music, it's the music of the commercials
It interrupts everything is a commodity
Pop pop pop shines and passes away
Let's go in the rain
Let's go in the rain Let's
go in the rain Let's go in the rain
Let's go in the rain
Let's go in the rain
Let
's go in the rain
Let's go in the rain
Advertisements on the pole, advertisements on the shirt, in the pool of unnecessary recordings.
Advertisements on the ass and cookies, we count the banknotes, is that enough?
Or not, or throw to the target and immediately get the number 10? It's impossible.
You have to run, thump, thump, and you only have a moment, thump, thump, faxes are fast.
Photocopiers, we burn discs illegally in nero galeria mokotów red
Shirts pot fashionable headband hat siub siub and faster faster
Knock knock guests dinner sleep sleep don't wheeze don't snore
Alarm clock get up in the morning shoes pants shirt run tree
Number 1 tree number 2 tree number 3 tree number 27 I don't want ehe ehe
Let's go into the rain
Let's go into the rain
Let's go into the rain
Let's go into the rain Let
's go into the rain
Let's get wet my bondage Your little big bondage
My your bondage I don't want to, I
don't want to,
I don't want to
I'm driving a car, I'm traveling wide rather
I open the window so everyone can hear that I'm a guy
So I'm driving a car, I'm listening to Beastie Boys
Bad Brains or De La Soul
Generally, I'm usually a guy
I look around and see young people standing at the bus stop
And I like young people because youth is hope
Because youth is the hope of this world
They are smoking cigarettes, electric ones, and they are looking at me
So I make the volume louder and I see that they are staring
Pride, pride, pride, they probably recognize me
That's what I'm thinking in this old head of mine
They probably have mine records on Tidal or they saw me on YouTube
So I wave at them, making a stern face
They don't wave back, it probably drove them into the ground, got them stuck They
probably think: it's him, it's him, it's him and I'm still walking so proudly
And I hear through the window, open window, I hear them shouting something at me
So I turn down the music, I pass the stop and continue proudly gliding
And I hear them shouting after me
OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all?
Ha, ha, but old Boomer
the Jug and the old fool
OK, OK Boomer!
Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills
What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you
OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately
Nice jug and old fool
What an old Boomer! Old Boomer
I'm driving a car, I'm driving around rather wide
open window is always cool
Fame, glitter, prestige and money, hmm I don't think
any of this will be the end for which the world died Tony Stark
Loan in francs still unpaid, savings eaten by Covid
I'm looking for my brain, yes like a farmer looking for a wife
, I update my Instastories,
I come to terms with being bald, just like the fans of Wisła and Cracovia,
And I drive around in a wagon, and I'm heading towards nothingness
OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all?
Ha ha, but old Boomer
Jug and old fool
OK, OK Boomer!
Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills
What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you
OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately
Nice jug and old fool
What an old Boomer! OK Boomer!
The world is on fire, let it burn
I was raised by catechesis, raised by capitalism
Heavy metal, Morbid Angel and Kreator
And a dog called Szarik and a cat that said: hator, hator, hator
The history of my browser is the history of my life
Online Zara Home, " "Such things only in Russia" and right-wing portals.
Is that Mr. Wąglewski? - asks the courier
And I buy toilet paper at Rossmann
At Orlen I drink black coffee and I'm heading towards nothingness
And the world is burning - let it burn
And I like youth, because youth is hope
Because youth is the hope of this world
OK Boomer! Please sit down, don't lean out, don't talk,
and graciously and quietly, without noise and sparks,
get the fuck out
OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all?
Ha ha, but old Boomer
Jug and old fool
OK, OK Boomer!
Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills
What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you
OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately
Nice jug and old fool
What an old Boomer! OK Boomer!
What an old Boomer!

Forget about those who hurt you
When it was getting dark, as if there had been no summer
I don't have skin thick enough for it not to hit a sensitive spot
I know something about it, believe me, I know something about it
Your loved ones betrayed you
And strangers seemed to be standing behind a fog
It's a bit like playing dodgeball
until the ball touches you
and you come off the pitch beaten like a dog
When it starts to get dark
And my hand will cover you like a wing
It will protect you from dark water, murky water
Rest
Forget about those who hurt you
Dark water, murky water
In your eyes full of fear
Rest
Forget those who hurt you
Murky water, dark water
In your eyes full of fear
We have supported each other for so many years
What is sacred between us
Even though I am losing faith
My faith is fading
When I look into your eyes
Angels from other worlds
Spin in my head like a blender
Save me from the fire
When I lie alone in the bedroom
The fire licks the window sills and curtains
It's a bit like dodgeball
I'm waiting for the ball to touch me
and I'll walk off the field beaten like a dog
It's a bit like dodgeball (dodgeball)
When it starts to get dark
And my hand like a wing will cover you
It will protect you from the dark water, murky water
Rest
Forget about those who hurt you
Dark water, murky water
In your eyes full of fear
Rest
Forget those who hurt you
Murky water, dark water
In your eyes full of fear
Gentlemen, ladies, let me introduce you to
Mr. ef, count, honey, a miracle, as unique as the PESEL number,
Dear Ladies, they say "you have become as old as my home PC"
And here is my dossier
So you know where the rush
comes from This is how "piar" works
The pillar that holds the business in its hand
Cheers, cheers, sir Ef
And not Marcinkiewicz, Prime Minister
I am an eternal child, as light as a feather, like a balloon soaked in helium,
Mr. Ef, but not from MARILLON
One in a million, the Bastille is burning
Somewhere in the center of Warsaw
A big child who has this habit
of shooting a series of associations like a rifle
Once upon a time in kindergarten, a little clever rascal
What he says sorry when he makes a stink
And he's not a top student or a mother's boy
He's not an omnibus guy who reports to him
To gain admiration among the group of teachers
Today kids greet each other in kindergarten with "elo bro"
They want to be rappers sit all the time on a bench somewhere in front of the house
Pale from the screens like corpses
Soaked in sensation like a screen pet
Non-stop 24 hours a day like TVN24
And there's the world of elites, bloody like merry.
The world of invectives.
Like Rutkowski's detective. His
health is
failing. Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy
? Am I a child and they are so mature?
We have grenades in our mouths that can burn us.
Tell us, people, are you ready.
Cold nerves and hearts like prod.
Big kids, little hooligans.
Grenades in our mouths can burn us.
A huge school bag with Peter Pan.
Cast dumplings.
Hearts with marzipan.
Brushing your teeth, as annoying as junk.
Turbo rubber, that was the idea.
"Halo, halo" through the toki elbows.
Goat jumping, first caps .
Peace Race on the sofa.
Sentiments like that.
I start the saltpeter sideburns myself.
It's me, the eternal lord. kid
With a backpack bigger than
a bag in hand today
The world of duplo kidilends
Not Mr. Tiki Tak and Pewex
Rainbow Muzik Box was an embarrassment
Beastie Boys Sonic Youth patches on ankles
Ankles are backpacks
Bestseller on the market like a Polish plumber
Look at these talking heads
Howl pouring water logs under my feet
I prefer Kidilenda
Sentiments as hot as prodiż
I don't read newspapers I don't watch TV
When I look over my shoulder I can't help but wonder
Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy?
We have grenades in our mouths that can burn us.
Tell us, people, are you ready.
Cold nerves and hearts like prodiz.
Big kids, little hooligans.
Grenades in our mouths can burn us.
Mr. eternal big kid
With a school bag on his back
The kids are shouting after me
"Hey, you tall boy, why are you so excited"
Kickflip 180 nose slides on the benches
No right to color
What tied my hands like a straightjacket
The first Sanyo color TV
"The program will continue in a moment" "Wonderful years" "Scary people"
With a skateboard under his arm, a little man thin as a stick
Please don't come here because it's noisy like a factory hall
They have regulations
And we have grenades in our mouths that can fire them
Shady types who want to clean our morale
Tell us again that they are colorful it means gray.
Divide us like no one has ever done before.
Heal your complexes. I've had it before
Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy
And we have grenades in our mouths that can burn us.
Tell us, people, are you ready.
Cold nerves and hearts like prodiz.
Big kids, little hooligans
. Grenades in our mouths can burn us.
Here's my hot blood like a boiler
Plasma sticks like glue, shines like a spoiler
I'm not a saint, you know like Molière
I've got a few grams cut into foil
Tell me if you have blood A river of blood
as red as Campari
Hot as brie on toast
Hemoglobin that shimmers like fire with the red of the lips
Oxygen carried from the lungs
Like a tea dour wandering down a glass From the lungs to the tissues through a vein the sound
is transmitted What leaves a mark on your skin like a
sled
runner You're my dye, blood dye Erythrocyte that pounds my marrow
Blood in my veins like frames in a case
Radiates into your field like a fluid I
don't drink blood
like Siegfried
I'm white in it like a leukocyte
Blood rages like tribunes, like typhoons in Asia

Blood...

[Verse 2]
Blood, my blood is crazy about it Dogs have more style than people who spill blood They wash off their hands like you wash off make-up
Shuruburu doesn't leave a mark on his hands
And there's a hole in the soul, soak your conscience like a
washing machine Wash the blood
off your suit, wash it off with pursed lips
It's not anarchy, it's
a black march
To kill your conscience, squash like stuffing, like SARS lungs And you have a sparkler
shining in your hair Shines like a projector in cinemas like devotional
items Collar starch, tie flutters and hangs like genitals Skin wrinkles

and cracks like enamel
And the war drags on like a "Fashion for Success"
So how do you want it? How do you want to wash the blood from your hands?

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[Verse 3]
I'm yours now, in a moment and then
Then mixed with blood That's how I carry out my stratagem I
don't comment like a fashion creator, I'm a constent
What doesn't spill blood unless it's in the Polish Red Cross where my DNA
Circulates like a bottle
cap on the pavement Thick blood, thick as a line of blocks
That rubs against the air like a palm tree burns, 'cause it's a wild jungle
In which the pressure jumps like a mandible, like a clue
In a blood pressure monitor that goes up like an aeronaut
When you're so close
Blood boils hot, it's like magma
It won't pass us by like a Germany-Russia
gas pipeline It's not a dirty game on emotions

[Chorus]
It's my blood drunk from my mouth Tested across, tested along My blood drunk from my mouth

Tested across, tested along


Blood...