SAMICA PSA (Tede diss 2) Lyrics (English Translation) – Ten Typ Mes

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[Part I]

[Verse 1]
TDF, Tas de Fleia, slob
Look at how this wave of hate rolls over me
Like a duck's back, a duck's back after detailing
What wave? For me, it's Śmingus Dyngus
Editor, repeat value? You better get your wife in order. Because on the ripit, it's like a postman in my neighborhood. My son has four apartments, I have one, no mortgage. Everything's earned, a kilo of receipt earned. You've only fought with your thoughts in life. The debut fight is coming, but we're making a living out of it. There are rules for Jacek and rules for Piotrek. Jacek will tell the police where he met the dealer. People and bots will alleviate his problems. Jacek is such a lucky guy, he probably already won the lottery. No more, no mas, no pasaran. Let every Tedas fan know, it's worse than "Hail Satan"! And when you left your country cars in the garage? Because you were afraid people would recognize you and start ripping you off. You rented a regular Audi for a year, I know the deal. It would be funny if it weren't so weak. And you put up padlocked bars in the studio. When a dog sees one, it asks for one song. Because it already knows. Your loser melody
Go, you idiot, with the Boys, ask the villages to the dance floor
What's there to say? Rim Skolim
Wini already explained it to you one by one, my limit
What limit? I'm closer to ecstasy
Comments, son, they tried to kill me twice
(Kusha, Kusha, Kusha)
In my family, the servants have been reading for two hundred years
It's scary to ask you to collect firewood
Peasant girls are not my vape, not about my ladies
Those used to go to university on sleighs
I may be difficult to read
But my grandfather was born in 1897, get it? So I'm weird, I'm proud
And real, by the way, from cradle to coffin
I'm not ashamed of my origins like Bążur
Give me a castle, you motherfu*kers, I can have the one in Książ
And Tede is ashamed and wants to be an idol for the punks
And he's an idol for the lames
Tede's fanatic: I immediately have visions of vomit
He reads a millionaire's bio, wants to finish pickup school
And be an idol for the kids
Kabaty - for you the neighborhood, for me an ex-potato field
Look how much he's slacking, you b!tch, I'm like the goddess Shiva
Are you Muhammad Ali? No, it's just Aliexpress
Cyclist, I'm sticking a stick in your spokes
You're going to get a real beating
So, lame asses and silent faces
Ass, ​​silence
If you're quoting this, it's as intended
Yes, I consider myself better than a violent bunch
From every plagiarist, talentless fai
From those without flow, without opinions, without technique
And I like to judge - this one is someone, this one is nobody
Because I'm a Mesa and you love to hate me
But in person you're nice, you pass by without a word
And you're an unrealistic Jack in a cap
So, give your hat to your master, on the street and in the app
The day is ending, but the fight goes on
Two pads And smoking, a couch and me on it
The day is ending, but the fight goes on
Two pads And smoking, a couch and me on it
The day is ending, but the fight goes on
Two pads And smoking, a couch and me on it
The day is ending, but the fight goes on
Two pads And smoking, couch

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
And straight away, round three, victory is the foundation
Tournament winner, it's Mr. Mes again
Mes, Jesus, what strong hits
They fuel my nightly movements
They're not ghosts, Jack
They're harbingers of your remorse, Jack
So, fu*k, movements, Jack, Jack, Jack
Apologizing, and we know you know how to do it well
You held out your soft paw when I told you to whine
Whine, brr, I don't know
But you'll still be a fu*ked up guy
DJ Dying