Piotr Sobolczyk – Pest Gets Greased lyrics

We don’t want your creativity
We don’t want your mix
We don’t want your eclecticism
Why don’t you get fixed?

Alone I will go my way
If they try to make me prey
Together they will fly so low
How many times did the cock crow?

I’ll go west
If east is my nest
I’ll go east
If square cannot resist

I’ll go west
If in cradle I find pest
I’ll go east
If only pest gets greased

Alone I will go south
Where smiles wet the mouth
Where I’ve been understood
And never experienced falsehood

I don’t want your rigidity
I don’t want your tricks
I don’t want your homogeneity
Why you’re so transfixed?

“The pasttime of communism imposed on the society not only a certain
Structure of labour but also its specific understanding: it created a great
Amount of illusionary labour and then it forced people to believe this
Illusion as if it were authentic labour. As a consequence people strain but
They don’t work.”
If everyone had a job and the evaluation processes favorized mostly
Allegiance to the ideology and its institutions, then no wonder people lost
Faith in meritorious judgments. After the communism fell, the minds of many
People still have been haunted by old habits. Philosophers call this
Phenomenon homo sovieticus. It matters more whom you know and whom you
Praise than what are the factual and substantive qualities of what you do.

Labour system under communism
Made people believe in illusionism
Whether you stand you work you lie
Levelized salary is certified
It don’t matter then how well you do
But it matters only who knows you
Who supports you and who backs
Regardless of merits that you lack you suck
After the communism fell
Many people remained under the spell
If you’re homo philosophicus
You can call it homo sovieticus

Czy to ćwieczkus
Czy to dzikus
Ach to homo sovieticus
Czy sarmata
Czy brat łata
Romantyczny neuroticus
Na układy
Zna szarady
Grywa w kości
Ma koneksje i proteksje
I załatwia
Wiadro wapnia
I nie lubi
Nie dość skromnych
Pycha gubi
Bądź niezłomny

T.I. – Care To Say About It lyrics

(feat. Rapsody)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Attention to my youngins coming up in this shit
Let me tell you what you do, teachers say you ain’t shit
Hack off in her IG, get up in her email
Find something in it that’ll humble that bitch
Get a 8 ball better not fumble that bitch
Better double that shit
Make a hundred right back
It outta be illegal making money like this
If it is that what everyone says you can’t tell
Imma have a thing for the arm and hammer
Before these niggas was even thinkin’ about Atlanta
Little Bankhead nigga off Balton Road
With a snubbed nose short like Muggsy Bogues
Don’t try one can’t take 6 of us
Plus you might get shot no fisticuffs (okay)
King in real life
Shinnin’ til my
Lights cut off and life is fucked off
Til them and Rick kept me in Miami ducked off
Somewhere on Biscayne
Ride in the Lambo
Abracadabra magic like we in Orlando
And where your bitch go
And where her pants go
Turn that around automatically mando
If her feet fucked up hanging out her sandals
On that mob shit like Marlon Brando
Smoking weed trappin’ standing under the lamp post
For real all a nigga ever done
Was come up on a bag turn around and get another one
Then how I came up on a bunch of money
And a bunch of motherfuckers tryna find a way to get it from me
Avoid the red tape proceed to rampage
Now a days these niggas be so goddamn fake
And I can’t stand things that are pretending
To hear you speak is so condensing
I say fuck that watch with your diamonds in it
Tryna turn myself into a monument
Stimulate the economy
Buy a Rolls Royce and hold your horse
Niggas talk loud but got no voice
Better fall in line and leave no choice
And I ain’t finna play about that
And that’s really all a nigga really care to say about that

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Dedicated to all the bustas
We just bustin’
ATL to Raleigh North Carolina
But I was born and raised in Snowy Hill 252 Green County all day yeah
Where I’m from some niggas do die
Some women do bust everybody got 5
I ain’t never done street shit, just too fly
Get down, lay down, boy we’re too high
Hood divided I seen it live, seen the drugs, seen the love
All of it here for pride
Use to date a drug dealer in my past life
Drink Boons Farm smoke just to pass nights
Potential bigger than a monument
Real nigga, look up to me honestly
And my old whip, that old shit, the 95
I use to 9 to 5 with back in 99
I had a real job fool I could legally drive
Return pushin’ a kickass ride
Bustin’ rhymes, I bust around, bustin’ 9s
Y’all doin’ that y’all is wild
Tell ya child they ain’t gotta walk or run the mile
We ran the course so y’all can stop
Tip ‘em back the tip of that I tip ‘em over
He dead yeah yeah I know it
Mother fuckas should know I’m Noah
Ha ha big boat bitch uh
Look I could walk on water ah
I care to say I care bout y’all
Care bout love, care bout God
Carry the cross don’t get carried away
Over character flaws mother fuckas they don’t care bout us
Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson I punch ‘em out
Mother fucka what happened here
TIP, RAP kill it
Mother fucka back how the fuck you feelin’ ah