Nie ma takiego numeru Lyrics – Bober

Nie ma takiego numeru Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: Shhieda, Bober]
This part starts with a young guy saying he wants to be a rapper and is filling out a form to get into the game. He asks Bober for help. Bober’s reaction is kind of sarcastic — he says he’s not the right guy to ask because he’s not successful himself. When the other guy insists that Bober has some success, Bober basically mocks the idea and says he’s only “successful” because he *didn’t* make it, showing how twisted the whole idea of success in rap can be.

[Zwrotka 1: Shhieda, Bober, Shhieda I Bober]
Here, Bober is walking the new guy through what it actually means to get into the rap scene. He warns him to read the paperwork carefully because it’s not as innocent as it looks. The newcomer thinks people in the industry are looking out for him, but Bober shuts that down quickly, saying at first everyone pretends to be nice, but once the fame and money come in, your values and relationships disappear. Then they joke about how image matters—do you need spikes on your head? Not really, but dressing up in some edgy or weird way definitely helps. He even jokes about rappers wearing dresses or accessories just to stand out, referencing real artists like Kendrick and Deys. Bober sarcastically explains that name-dropping popular rappers gets more attention, and that stealing a friend’s feature (and even girlfriend) boosts clout, especially if done live on stream. When the guy asks what to do if his lyrics suck, Bober bluntly says to toughen up—rap today is like a cage match. You’ve got to sound dangerous, maybe carry brass knuckles, but at the same time be shady with your own people like you’re a cop. It’s a messy and fake world, and he’s trying to show that it’s not all glamour and music—it’s full of contradiction and fakery.

[Przerywnik: Shhieda, Bober]
This bit is a mock interview or form-filling where the guy still doesn’t know what to put in. Bober tells him not to worry because in this game, morality is all over the place—basically, people do whatever benefits them. Then they read some ridiculous “questions” on the form, like “Will you obsess over yourself?”—which of course gets a “yes,” because that’s expected in this world. Then there’s a question about living by the values you rap about, and the answer is “no,” which shows how fake it all is. Another one asks if he promises to keep quiet about the shady stuff he’s seen from stars like P. Diddy, and this one he *has* to sign. The last question bluntly asks if “real hip-hop” means sleeping around and doing drügs—and sadly, the answer expected is yes. This whole section just exposes how twisted and superficial the industry is, like you’ve got to accept hypocrisy to be part of it.

[Zwrotka 2: Shhieda, Bober]
Bober keeps the sarcasm going. He tells the guy, “of course” he needs to act selfish and greedy—it’s normal here. He references “Kali” from a Polish idiom, basically saying that selfish behavior is accepted. Either you push hard and look good, or you sit bitter and hate everything like some critics do. When the guy asks about girls, Bober replies that the rap world values dumb, curvy women, and jokes that you can find one every hour in a place like Konin. The guy’s unsure what to even do with a girl like that, and Bober tells him to record starting a family—another dark joke about using personal life for content. When he worries about what to tell his mom about dating a sketchy girl and selling his soul, Bober brushes it off, saying it’s okay if you’ve bought her a house and eat breakfast on the 12th floor now. As for promotion, Bober calls it messed up and says just delete everything off social media when needed, and never be afraid to collaborate with people even if they’re considered “trash.” The whole section mocks how fake and performative success is in rap.

[Outro: Shhieda, Bober]
At the end, the guy seems overwhelmed, and Bober just snaps—he says screw the form, screw the rap game, and screw all the fake people pretending to be tough or important. He rejects the whole “I’m a sigma male” vibe and all the hustlers who fake their way to the top. But even with all that anger, he tells the young guy not to worry—because honestly, in this country, nobody’s really got it figured out. There’s no “number” to call, no clear path. Everyone’s faking it.