"Niezmienny Styl" tekst piosenki
(feat. Hijack & Premiairz)
Ważcie swoje słowa, bo są bardzo ważne (Firma)
Chcecie rapu, to ja wam kurwa dam rap
Po pierwsze, Firma pisze hardkorowe wiersze
Podziemne na sto procent, jebać komercję
Po drugie, jak coś robisz musisz mieć do tego serce
Olej w głowie, kartka, pióro, nie potrzeba ci nic więcej
Po trzecie, jaki jesteś dobry zobaczymy na koncercie
Nie robisz z siebie gwiazdy, jesteś takim typem
Jeśli jesteś takim typem, to ja chętnie kupię twoją płytę, właśnie tak
Róbcie rap, dzieciaki, róbcie rap dzieciaki
Tylko z głową, bo inaczej twoja płyta okaże się chujową
I co wtedy?
(Yo)
They didn't know about these grenade's flows
And every time we catch the mic, them government explode
For only the real understand hardcore rap from Popek and HiJack
Who lay it down in street code
They move or snuggle hip-hop and heat blow
For those real rap junkies who love rap, I'm cut 'em raw
For Popek homies send we need to give 'em more
After hearin' the album Outlaw I saw a rifle gun butt down
With this flow, ate your jaw
Commercial rappers can eat a fat dick
This rap is illegal, black America confidence, extended clip
Full metal jacket, heavy guns, we move like battleships
Kids in my slums played with dynamites, our kids played with rattlesnakes
So give me some room, HiJack rap what he see, yeah
Our Sara's in the games, but she's reaching the doom
I'll follow the will of the prophet who has blicked them all
I'm too controversial to be commercial, fool!
Yo
I was gone for a while, now I'm back in this bitch
Goin' hard when I rhyme plus I'm stackin' the hit
You don't know my style on the track when I speak
Put it down for my mom, then our partners and shit
My rhyme could be shit, nigga I'm quick
All I know is after that I be collecting the chips
Cause I got enough rhymes to sample my own shit
But it's about time that I control this
It's my time now when I'm ready to blow lit
I'm far from my peak and I'm still getting more spins
I could care less if you were not all sins
I could care less if you caught our from [?]
I could care less if you wasn't all him
You just an actor callin' the wrong bids
Pose for the camera, out of the morgue pillow
Now I'm saying "cheese" while I'm in my yard grill (yo)
Goin' out to the hardcore hip-hop!
We're better than you! (ah yeah!)
Goin' out to the hardcore hip-hop!
You know what your problem is? [?], you wanna be me!
You'd like to have my clothes
You'd like to take my money in it and get in my big car
You'd like to have some of those pretty women I got
Especially that little pretty white one I just slept with in [?]
I bet you have a problem with women, don't you?
And in fact, you'd even like to look like me!
Chcecie rapu, to ja wam kurwa dam rap
Po pierwsze, Firma pisze hardkorowe wiersze
Podziemne na sto procent, jebać komercję
Po drugie, jak coś robisz musisz mieć do tego serce
Olej w głowie, kartka, pióro, nie potrzeba ci nic więcej
Po trzecie, jaki jesteś dobry zobaczymy na koncercie
Nie robisz z siebie gwiazdy, jesteś takim typem
Jeśli jesteś takim typem, to ja chętnie kupię twoją płytę, właśnie tak
Róbcie rap, dzieciaki, róbcie rap dzieciaki
Tylko z głową, bo inaczej twoja płyta okaże się chujową
I co wtedy?
(Yo)
They didn't know about these grenade's flows
And every time we catch the mic, them government explode
For only the real understand hardcore rap from Popek and HiJack
Who lay it down in street code
They move or snuggle hip-hop and heat blow
For those real rap junkies who love rap, I'm cut 'em raw
For Popek homies send we need to give 'em more
After hearin' the album Outlaw I saw a rifle gun butt down
With this flow, ate your jaw
Commercial rappers can eat a fat dick
This rap is illegal, black America confidence, extended clip
Full metal jacket, heavy guns, we move like battleships
Kids in my slums played with dynamites, our kids played with rattlesnakes
So give me some room, HiJack rap what he see, yeah
Our Sara's in the games, but she's reaching the doom
I'll follow the will of the prophet who has blicked them all
I'm too controversial to be commercial, fool!
Yo
I was gone for a while, now I'm back in this bitch
Goin' hard when I rhyme plus I'm stackin' the hit
You don't know my style on the track when I speak
Put it down for my mom, then our partners and shit
My rhyme could be shit, nigga I'm quick
All I know is after that I be collecting the chips
Cause I got enough rhymes to sample my own shit
But it's about time that I control this
It's my time now when I'm ready to blow lit
I'm far from my peak and I'm still getting more spins
I could care less if you were not all sins
I could care less if you caught our from [?]
I could care less if you wasn't all him
You just an actor callin' the wrong bids
Pose for the camera, out of the morgue pillow
Now I'm saying "cheese" while I'm in my yard grill (yo)
Goin' out to the hardcore hip-hop!
We're better than you! (ah yeah!)
Goin' out to the hardcore hip-hop!
You know what your problem is? [?], you wanna be me!
You'd like to have my clothes
You'd like to take my money in it and get in my big car
You'd like to have some of those pretty women I got
Especially that little pretty white one I just slept with in [?]
I bet you have a problem with women, don't you?
And in fact, you'd even like to look like me!
