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Description
Released on: 2026-02-10
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh my God! Ale ogień. Mamy dobre info, znowu hip hop leci z okien. Oh my God!
Dla równowagi, obecnej banaki, kapitalne tracki. Oh my God!
Musi być perfect, bram zobacz better jak Heisenberg.
Oh my God! Nigdy na minimum, tworzymy imperium z liter P i W.
H, I, N, O, L tak jak berserker. Czuję krew to pożeram bit jak cerber.
Ender, nowy wers ma być jak beret z oryginal. Każdą zwrotką stawiam stempel, podpis.
Zawsze primas ort wątpisz? Oldschool filozof, mierzę wysoko jak Otis.
Dzieciak co poznał fiasko z blokowisk. Robię to na serce dla Was, tym dla poplisk.
Mówią, że gramy na żywo lepiej niż na Spotify. Real talk, a nie TikTok kurwa koty.
To pasja, wykon realny hip hop, szacunek, profit i nie musimy być diamentowi.
Żeby poczuć pasję, musi trwać jak odin. Młody radzę Ci, trzymię z dala od patologii. Muzyka jest innej epoki, jak
Tommy Shelby nim też uzależnia. This is fucking polska wersja!
Oh my God! Ale ogień. Mamy dobre info, znowu hip hop leci z okien. Oh my God!
Dla równowagi, obecnej banaki, kapitalne tracki. Oh my God!
Musi być perfect, bram zobacz better jak Heisenberg.
Oh my God! Nigdy na minimum, tworzymy imperium z liter P i W.
Całe życie w czarnych dresach, nie garniturach, ale pełna jest kultura, akurat wysoki pułap. Pull up, pull up, daj na fulla, fulla. Mówią, że rap umarł?
Śmieszne to jak Zulu Gula. Wzrasta ciągle temperatura, chujowy rap do wora.
Wielkomiejski sznyt, a słucha każda figura. Nieważne skąd jesteś, to zawsze do
Ciebie dociera. To musi trafiać i bujać, a nie, że hi, hi, ha.
U mnie sto procent natura, bo piszę jak się nazbiera. Tu banda rej, wszystko w ruchu jak perpetum.
Czekaj na forever tour, jak na bezdechu. Wkrótce u Ciebie w mieście i na CDku. Elo.
Oh my God! Ale ogień. Mamy dobre info, znowu hip hop leci z okien. Oh my
God! Dla równowagi, obecnej banaki, kapitalne tracki. Oh my God!
Musi być perfect, bram zobacz better jak Heisenberg. Oh my God!
Nigdy na minimum, tworzymy imperium z liter P i W.
English translation
Oh my God! What a fire. We have good news, hip hop is flying out of the windows again. Oh my God!
For balance, the current banaki, great tracks. Oh my God!
It has to be perfect, see better like Heisenberg.
Oh my God! Never at the minimum, we create an empire from the letters P and W.
H, I, N, O, L just like berserker. I feel blood, I devour it like Cerberus.
Ender, the new line is supposed to be like the beret from the original. I put a stamp and a signature on each stanza.
Always primas ort you doubt? Old school philosopher, aiming high like Otis.
A kid who knew the fiasco of the housing estates. I do it with all my heart for you, especially for poplisk.
They say we play better live than on Spotify. Real talk, not TikTok fucking cats.
It's passion, real hip hop performance, respect, profit and we don't have to be brilliant.
To feel passion, it must last like Odin. Young man, I advise you to stay away from pathology. The music is from a different era, like
Tommy Shelby is addictive with it too. This is fucking Polish version!
Oh my God! What a fire. We have good news, hip hop is flying out of the windows again. Oh my God!
For balance, the current banaki, great tracks. Oh my God!
It has to be perfect, see better like Heisenberg.
Oh my God! Never at the minimum, we create an empire from the letters P and W.
My whole life in black tracksuits, not suits, but it is full of culture, a very high level. Pull up, pull up, full blast, full blast. They say rap is dead?
It's funny like Zulu Gula. The temperature keeps rising, shit rap to the bag.
Big city style, and every figure listens. No matter where you're from, it's always here
it reaches you. It has to hit and swing, not hi, hi, ha.
For me it's 100% nature, because I write when it gathers. There's a bunch of people here, everything is moving like perpetual motion.
Wait for the forever tour like you're out of breath. Soon in your city and on CD. Elo.
Oh my God! What a fire. We have good news, hip hop is flying out of the windows again. Oh my
God! For balance, the current banaki, great tracks. Oh my God!
It has to be perfect, see better like Heisenberg. Oh my God!
Never at the minimum, we create an empire from the letters P and W.