DEDLAJNY Lyrics (English Translation) – Tede

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[Intro]
Your rhymes were great, no, you were great overall.
And now you look like your computer blew up.
Hey, because you don’t get what this is about.
You think it’s about counting rhymes, some kind of acceleration.
The only acceleration for you is speeding up the computer repair.

[Verse]
What was that supposed to be, something G-funk?
You’re a guy, you open the bank door for me.
A friend played those raps in front of the kids.
And then he explained to them that yes, it sounds like a bankrupt.
OG gang, you swing like Rezzi.
Gang dudes, like they’re from a crackdown.
Mes chestnut, it’s me, your nemesis.
Hey, don’t forget to blow your trumpet.
I hear the squeal, I hear the howl.
You, dry dock, the destroyer’s coming.
And bam, bam, bam, you don’t even have a way to go down.
Sam You’ve gotten yourself into this mess, I’m making a banknote.
It used to be a download, that was a long time ago.
Now I’m monetizing it, it’s gone.
Someone figured it out too late.
And along the way, someone completely screwed up someone’s armor.
Great, so what did you s*it on me about?
Let’s analyze what Mes has against me.
First point, and I have to give up.
I don’t know what’s going on with Pjus, but okay.
And you’re suggesting he marry me a scythe?
Dude, please, someone must have taken some powder.
I suggest you don’t overdo it with your nose.
And less gangsta movies on sleepless nights.
Then your bike bothers you.
What do you have to have in your head to have a problem with this?
If you don’t know, faggot, I’ll tell you. Burnt coils. And there’s madness in their eyes.
I won’t comment on the clothes.
Because I know you’re a Jacyk fan.

Sometimes take a good look at yourself.
How you swing to the frog in that peasant coat.
The guys have kids.
I don’t have any, and that’s my conscious choice.
And maybe before you get sloppy again.
Don’t think about me, think about your son.
They say in whispers: NWJ is a cult.
Then they show it loudly at concerts.
You haven’t played in ages, you say you’re going to blow your mind.
At what concerts? Please, stop.
You don’t play anything at all.
Only Opole and TVN, yes, that’s a cemetery.
Nobody remembers you anymore.
What a stupid game, soon all that’ll be left will be a loop.
Abstinence wasn’t a bad thing.
It came to me on its own a year later.
It’s just like that song.
And you’re a fu*ked up addict – it’s different.
I haven’t laughed at therapy yet.
Although you do make me smile, you idiot.
So yo, get the fu*k to a clinic.
Blaming yours isn’t having any effects.
It’s clear you have a problem.
You can see it, Piotrek, in the video, when you wake up at 2 p.m.
I had work that day, I got up at 5 a.m.
I was writing content for an editorial office.
You say “read a book.”
I’ll read yours, and then there’ll be an analysis.
I know you wrote Two Dogs Survived.
One Fu*ked You, and the Other Will Kill You He licked it.
Then you say you sang first.
I triggered you a bit with that frame.
By the way, that’s that song.
It shouldn’t be called God Bless, but Goddamn.
And I guessed you a long time ago.
It’s so easy, you’re just giving me the wind in my sails.
And my hits are still popular to this day.
What the fu*k do I care who you collaborated with?
That Mem guy – the guy in the piss-covered pants.
Forever for us, like a well-known melody.
Mordzia, so you don’t get your pants wet again.
Making a “boo” in your Quattroporte.
And I wish you’d shut your mouth already.
Don’t scare me with a drive-in and a dumpster on the duvet.
Leave that for others and for other occasions.
Your sick, homos*xual fantasies.
I have a stage design, cars on the dresser.
Hey, sorry, because I have fun the way I want.
If anything, watch us on Thursdays.
Then there’s a live stream, starting at 7 p.m.
Tedenovelive – If you watched it, you’d connect the dots and know it was a b0mbshell. It’s a beautiful feeling to be able to clean you up. I think I’ll let you know, bro, that I’ll give you the scrap back. You were a real scumbag, you forced your way in here yourself. This is the aftermath of the mentioned locks. If you get a s*itty output, sample it. You don’t know how to play beef, so trade in it, yo. It’s nice to be one of the witnesses to the fall. I’ve been hearing here for years how you were meant to be my boyfriend. So fu*k you, Mes, and deal with it here. And you can go and s*it now, and I’m not saying goodbye.