Na Linii Ognia
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Ty drzysz jakbys mial febre
You're shaking as if you had a fever

Czerwony punkt centymetr Nad twym zebrem
A red dot, a centimeter away from your ribs

Naciskam spust Strach jak u wieznia z lagrow
I pull the trigger, fear like a prisoner in a camp

Wersy rzuca na plecy niczym seria z Magnum
Spitting verses on your back like a series of shots from Magnum

One sa jak tlen ja to wiem I nic nie zmienisz
They are like oxygen, I know it and you can't change it

I chodz to nie Pearl Jam Po tym disie skonczysz jak Jeremy Ewentualnie Jenny z blokow
And though it's not Pearl Jam, after this diss you'll end up like Jeremy or maybe Jenny from the blocks

Gdy ja wbijam na salony Ty conajwyzej na przedpokoj
When I'm entering the spotlight, you'll stay in the hallway at best

Na linii ognia chca poslac w moja strone Kule znow, odloz Colta
They want to send bullets my way in the line of fire, put down your Colt

Mam hawajke w opcji bullet proof Nyguzz szkoda slow tego Rozkmin zworkte Wegatka Adama -zrobie z niej szarlotke Mam prywatna Hiroszime, bomba punchow Zacznij stawac juz w kolejkach dla kombatanow Ja, mam tu pro, bullo MO Click Click Nyguuz Czuje Twoja niemoc.
I've got a Hawaiian shirt as a bullet-proof option, Nyguzz, it's a waste of words to talk about it. Think about Adam's piglet, I'll make apple pie out of it. I have a private Hiroshima of punchlines. Start lining up for combat veterans. Me, I have a pro here, Bullo MO, Click Click Nyguuz. I feel your powerlessness.

Czujesz co tu sie kroji Wystarczy Twoj ruch Mam wojenne metody Kurek odciaga kciuk
Do you feel what's going on here? All it takes is your move. I've got war methods. I pull the trigger with my thumb.

Na linii ognia stoisz Modl sie o cud Juz jestes w czarnej folii U progu snu
You're standing in the line of fire, praying for a miracle. You're already wrapped in a black sheet at the doorstep of a dream.

Na wstecznym lusterku Husta sie z plastiku Boza matka Na miasta rogatkach rozlozona kolczatka Na Twoim czole gleboko Czapka uszatka Jai Ty my lzy, koniec farta matnia
In the rearview mirror, a plastic curtain. Oh my God. On the city outskirts, a spread-out barbwire. Deep on your forehead, an ear-flapped hat. And you're crying, your lucky streak is over.

W komorze pocisk jak light Ostatnia droga Mozesz boso zejsc jak heaven gates Z butami na nogach Naciskam spust zwalna sie iglica Uderza w splonke naboju Slyszysz wystrzal Pierwsza kula Miedzy uszy dziura Zeby mialy gdzie wiatry Z Twojej dupy gwizdac hulac Juz nikt po cichu w duchu sobie nie mysli Ze ktokolwiek gdziekolwiek Moze mnie przycmic Jestes tyle wart co sinus 180 stopniu Jestem w Twoim zyciu czarnym dniem na Wall Street Czerpanie Mc's zywcem To moje hobby Szesc stop pod ziemia Az skonczy sie tlen
In the chamber, a bullet like light. The last road. You can go down barefoot like to the gates of heaven, or with shoes on. I pull the trigger, the firing pin hits the bullet's primer. You hear a shot. The first bullet. A hole between your eyes so they have somewhere to let the air out. Whistling off your arse. Nobody quietly thinks to themselves that anyone, anywhere can take me down. You're worth as much as the sin of 180 degrees. In your life, I'm a black day on Wall Street. Taking MC's alive is my hobby. Six feet underground when the oxygen runs out.

Dziiaj nie solo Razem ze swoja banda 9 kompania Pierdolone komando
Today not solo, together with my crew - 9th Company, fuck that commando.

Detektor ruchu namierzy juz serce Sie modlisz I chodz bije wsciekle Zaraz pomoge mu zwolnic Odbij synek szanse masz nikle Juz laduje pancze w magazynek Podziurawie Cie jak dykte
The motion detector already locates the heart, you're praying and it beats furiously. I'll help it slow down. You have little chance, son. I'm loading my gun, going to poke you full of holes like Swiss cheese.

Za malolata kazdy z nas Chcial byc jak John Wayne Przyszedl czas tracic twarz Jak Cur Cobian Dum dum sa tuz tuz Wystarczy ruch, ruch 4 sciany tapteuje Twoj martwy mozg, mozg.
As children, we all wanted to be like John Wayne. The time has come to lose face like Kurt Cobain. Dum dum bullets are close by. All it takes is a move, move. Four walls are tapping on your dead brain, brain.

Kazdy strzal trafia w czuly pukt Jak dluto (i giniesz!) Szlak masz przetarty Podziekuj mamutom Tu to wstyd i to nie jest mit (patrz!) Rzucam punch na bit kolejny strzal w twarz
Every shot hits a sensitive point like a chisel (and you die!). You have a well-worn path, thank the mammoths. This is shameful and not a myth (look!). I throw a punch on the beat and another shot in your face.

Wierze ze tak masz ziomek-tez tak miewam Ostatnio sie usmiecham tylko na pogrzebach Nie do namierzenia Lepiej nie czaruj Znasz Piha znikam Z kazdego radaru
I believe you're like this, bro, I also have my moments. Lately, I'm only smiling at funerals. I'm untraceable, better not try to charm. You know PiHa, I disappear from every radar.