<3 you guys. Charee was me, I can't login to my main on the phone, cause my mobile authenticator isn't so mobile.
Here's something for Polish learners if there are any <3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMPtJOiBIyQ
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Małpa[Chorus x2]
You know me by my voice
By another heavy blow, turning
What do you care I make money
Eight hundred and eight
Donkeys cooking in one sauce
[Verse 1]
Ask Returners
I'm producers' worst nightmare
I want to know story behind every sound
Accent, device, drum section and so on
I don't grit my teeth when the plan fails
We try and fail making changes
I don't lick my wounds, I smoke a gram
I don't disown people I know on the block
You know what tilts me?
Many of those who flock to the studios
Prove to me that their style is illusion
From metaphors through beats to their shoes
They don't stand out in any way
We play without handicap, cold fusion kid
The Returners and Małpa are bad news for wacks
And it's not the advantage that I'm knee deep in shit
You're hanging on a hair above me "player"
[Chorus x2]
You know me by my voice
By another heavy blow, turning
What do you care I make money
Eight hundred and eight
Donkeys cooking in one sauce
[Verse 2]
Ask Returners
I'm producers' worst nightmare
They wait weeks for few lines
Cause I'm standing in place, among nonsense, alone
I turn bleary ideas into lyrics
Open your eyes, play button's the way
For father, mother, and the sister
I'm still learning how to be an adult
I make progress, quaver to the point
I take deep breath and dive into abyss
I hope saints will look after me
Even though I'm crippled, the pelotons still chasing me
I'm not going for high score, I don't care about being the best
Life isn't about top charts for me
After being through a crisis I don't care about the aftermath
About what happens when I'm on the stake
[Chorus x2]
You know me by my voice
By another heavy blow, turning
What do you care I make money
Eight hundred and eight
Donkeys cooking in one sauce
[Cuts: The Returners]
I'm working on my rap all the time
Not many will make it, talent's not everything
Adapters and vocals, sick beats
I pack my ideas into files
These tracks, my weapon, turn it louder
Let it be heard from all sides
In the whole Poland, played everywhere
I'm staying here, here's my place