Kamieñ z serca Lyrics (English Translation) – Bedoes 2115, Kubi Producent

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[Intro]
Takefun: Mr. Bedoes, populism to woo the crowd
Skopzzor: Mr. Bedoes
Frosti: You know, fu*k Bedoes, well, he's always been there
Sentino: In my opinion, Bedoes is the best artist of the younger generation
Doda: Bedoes wrote a song about me and I'd really like to—
Natan Zgorzyk: Nobody can motivate like Bedoes
NitroZyniak: Because Bedoes has been unlistenable for five years
Artur Rawicz: What do you value about Bedoes? AdMa: For his charisma
Rafonix: They could make GTA VI out of Bedoes
Blanka Stajkow: I really like Bedoes's work
Reporter: Bedoes team, 2115
Tomb: I definitely devoted myself most to these texts, writing for Bedoes
Roxie Węgiel: I am a Bedoesian

[Part I]

[Verse]
When I was little, I dreamed of becoming a cowboy—dead or alive
They hunt me as if they were going to receive a reward for it
They band together, grasping at straws to cut my head off
My barber Kubi calls and says that young Borek has to come back
And yes, I had a break, in the meantime I left the Security Service
I was a good brother, the scar from Frog is a permanent testament to that
For seven years I created a legend with you, I just wanted to start my own label
And not a single percent of my behavior was unfriendly
And help I'll remember Beezy for real, for good.
It was already a meme when I was rapping again.
Thanking you, on average, every other track.
I didn't respond to those taunts, because you meant the same to me as Dad.
And I won't respond, because I won't spit on all those years.
Then the punchliner eaten up in the tracks.
By a filthy, ridiculous fat man.
He drops a verse about his fiancée, like a desperate man with no principles.
And what am I supposed to respond to? The rigor mortis of a pseudo-virgin?
You're dead to me, you mention her again.
You'll be dead to the rest of the world too.
And respect for the old school, even if they don't have it for me.
Because respect isn't something you give for profit.
For as long as I can remember, they've been trying to turn my dreams into nightmares.
So it's time to wake this country up, and I still let you motherfu*kers sleep.
What's up? (Real trap s**t)

[Part II]

[Chorus]
I once said that if it comes down to it,
I'll do what it takes, and it needs to be done now (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There's work to be done (So what?)
A couple of bodies to carry out (So what?)
A mess to clean up (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There's no point in messing around (Let's go)
I once said that if it comes down to it,
I'll do what it takes, and it needs to be done now (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There's work to be done (So what?)
A couple of bodies to carry out (So what?)
A mess to clean up (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There's no point in messing around (Let's go)

[Verse] 1]
I hate hatred, but I'll bite any tyrant - Borek
And if you bark at Bedops, pray that the one from Gustaw doesn't bark back (Woof)
I hide my emotions under my screams, because I was raised by my grandmother and mother.
I don't have bipolar disorder, but if you insult me
(Okay, you're getting the fu*k out too)
Borek
If being a hypocrite means defending your own, then fu*k, I can be one.
Hip-hop has been fu*king me for years, and I stand firm, even in s*itty positions.
Baśka had nice breasts, I have two wolves inside me.
One wants to give love to everyone - the kind the other never received.
Rest in peace, Leszek, Kacper, Mateusz, Sara.
I do this for you - even if he punches you in the face, then pepper spray and a stick.
I am the scream of this generation, not any role model.
And when I was a scumbag, in the Barn I made a herd, but now there's a big change in my head — Borek
I'm always in business when I step on the fu*king sole
I'm going to be a father, I'm going to be a husband, I have to get smarter, but fu*k, I don't want to
A new Porsche, but I'm constantly running it on reserve, like in my grandpa's Vectra (Skrrrt)
Shout-out: Marek, Dominik, and Artur
Maybe I don't have as much punch as Tomb, as much neck as Szpaku
As many guitars as Chivas, as many fans as Taco
As many cars as White has, as much action as Kaz
But nobody was more fu*ked than me (Gang)
When I went to see rappers, I took my balls with me and that was enough
But I'm always ready, no matter what happens
I spread the duvet and pillows in the trunk
Give me more enemies, more smoke
Jesus Christ, Kubi, more beats
Give me even more fu*k, Igor
I'll knock it all out of my head.
More lies, more disses.
More snakes, more foxes.
And more spit on my name, because that's when I feel most alive.

[Chorus]
I once said that if it's necessary,
I'll do what it takes, and it has to be done now (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There's work to be done (So what?)
A few bodies to carry out (So what?)
A mess to clean up (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There's no point in messing around (Let's go)
I once said that if it's necessary,
I'll do what it takes, and it has to be done now (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There's work to be done (So what?)
A few bodies to carry out (So what?)
A mess to clean up (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up Up, turn up
No need to mess around (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
To save a few złoty, three people were swimming in the same water.
Tell me, you journalist wh*re—am I hip-hop enough?
I keep going on about my family, and the main topic is that my dad's dead.
And if it makes even one kid feel better, I'm pissing on opinions.
I've done five with Filipek, five with Matczak, five with Guzior.
I can pour champagne on my head, but I can also sprinkle ashes on my head.
I came back from the beautician to fu*k up populisms.
So there's a chance that this year's Fryderyk Awards might be hip-hop again.
There's a video online of me getting punched for standing up for someone.
I saw these guys tearing up a girl, and a little kid asked me if I could help her?
What would you do in my place? Today I'm giving a damn because I know exactly what I'm doing.
And I hope none of my fans will turn their heads away from the weaker ones.
And I've been covered in blood like a tampon more than once, living in a c*nt, at the bottom like Spongebob.
I'm in my prime, like Cassio, if you want Fame, I'll make you famous for free.
You, gangster, with your finger on the trigger in a photo with a borrowed doorknob.
You look like some actor from W-11, not like Pop Smoke.
I had to grow up faster—where there are sharks, I learned to swim.
And my most popular love song is to the girl who cheated on me.
Fu*k these diss tracks, you want a reaction? You'll be on TV like Music
And my enemies can give me blowjobs as if I were at least limping — Borek
To them, I'm a wh*re, but I'll always look in the mirror
Because my greatest shame is that I wet the bed for so long
I couldn't tie my shoes, I couldn't sleep without a stuffed animal
But I never let my brother down, sharing every roll equally

[Transition]
Bedopies, Bedośmieć, Bedoes
(Takefun: Bedoes is such a hypocritical, populist, fat, fu*king pig AND a jerk at the same time)
Bedopies, Bedośmieć, Bedoes
(Eryk Moczko: And, and generally, I see that in Borys, he's very helpful)
Bedopies, Bedośmieć, Bedoes
(Eryk Moczko: He's already gone his own way And somewhere out there he's reaching out to young artists)
Bedopies, Bedośmieć, Bedoes

[Part III]

[Verse]
My mom had cancer when I was recording "Romantic Revolution."
She beat the s*it out of that motherfu*ker because she always said, "Son, you can do anything."
And if "BEDOESIARA" makes you laugh, then fu*k you in the head. And everything.
Because I did it for Karolina, who overcame clinical death.
"Fu*k Bedoes" on the wall, sometimes I thought that about myself too.
I don't do PR and I don't calculate when I write a song.
It comes out of me—I don't think about what I'm saying, and because of that, I'm screwed very often.
I have no excuses anymore, I take it on the chin because I want to be the father I never had.
A Cuban insulted me publicly, apologized publicly, and fu*k, that's it.
Because that's how a man behaves, not a rapper, who throws a tantrum every other song.
I don't play in the same sandbox with you—this bulls*it makes me feel embarrassed.
And in I don't give a damn about your opinion, because only Behringer listened to me when I started.

[Outro]
I've always been making hip-hop.
When there were seven, seventeen, or seventy hate-mongers.
I probably got a thousand death threats.
And I'd still be making it even if I had a million.