Wiedza (ENGLISH TRANSLATION) O.S.T.R.
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[Chorus x2]
You may think gold is cool with colleagues
You may think that here's all the rap in it
You may think we have time to sell it
People like me are impressed with knowledge
[Verse 1]
I'm fine, I'm not jealous
Be careful what you think, hypocrisy can kill
Do you see if we have to get this knowledge ourselves?
As for information, plans, a sick intellect
You don't know anything except there's a mess around
You need to feel more to react
Don't tell me it's a grace to give up
Fuck, such a gracе is like smacking testicles
Lеave the phobia, not for me
I do not want to wonder if again
They've knocked us down, this plan that's killing the truth here
Every day, every half an hour, that's all you'd be scared of
Look who's looking, one shot make one bastard fall
It's okay, until you shoot yourself here
Is it art or is it luck? science or gift?
My start is intellect, that's what I have
[Chorus x2]
You may think gold is cool with colleagues
You may think that here's all the rap in it
You may think we have time to sell it
People like me are impressed with knowledge
You may think gold is cool with colleagues
You may think that here's all the rap in it
You may think we have time to sell it
People like me are impressed with knowledge
[Verse 1]
I'm fine, I'm not jealous
Be careful what you think, hypocrisy can kill
Do you see if we have to get this knowledge ourselves?
As for information, plans, a sick intellect
You don't know anything except there's a mess around
You need to feel more to react
Don't tell me it's a grace to give up
Fuck, such a gracе is like smacking testicles
Lеave the phobia, not for me
I do not want to wonder if again
They've knocked us down, this plan that's killing the truth here
Every day, every half an hour, that's all you'd be scared of
Look who's looking, one shot make one bastard fall
It's okay, until you shoot yourself here
Is it art or is it luck? science or gift?
My start is intellect, that's what I have
[Chorus x2]
You may think gold is cool with colleagues
You may think that here's all the rap in it
You may think we have time to sell it
People like me are impressed with knowledge
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