PLEASE SUBSCRIBE, LIKE, SHARE, COMMENT, SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS. THANK YOU! Michał stole everything, he's the only one left. Michał, let him die! I'll break his hand, I'll beat him up with a hip-hop and I'll pay you or John. The continuation will happen when John will bomb us. Take a step, close your eyes, you'll feel the smoke from the canopy. I'm T from the city B, you'll wait for me to say A, C to B, C to C, J to J, I have P, F, H to H, give me 4, O, P, K, F, G. I'll write 32, I have 7 lives, one shot and I'm dead. I'm cold from the nature, take me out of the cage. I'm a man of culture, it's for those from this culture. I'm the guy who wants my compliments, I miss my style. Stand behind me, son. Mike Steele! Who's here? It's Mike Steele. All you have to do is cut and die. Empty the magazines. Who's here? It's Mike Steele. I'm taking a step and I'm sprinting. The last note in my skin. Who's here? It's Mike Steele. I have Mike Steele, I have Mike Steele. Who's here? Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me. Look at me. I don't think you know me. I don't think in Step or in High Time. They say, Michael, obviously you're doing it cool for me. There's no barrier here. I'm just increasing the fanbase, exactly. I never really count on the lady who will fall for me for the money. She's spinning a banknote. All I need is Gallardo. And it's not me watching her, it's only her behind me. Angels above my head and a harem below. I'm improvising like Bruno, because Michael is an angel. It's gonna be sick as hell. Don't talk to the doctor, because winning with me is even harder than winning with a new song. Respect me, like me, because I'm giving form like Mike. Everyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Gibson. Critics, it's best to change your tone. Michael is the name of a rapper who will take over the city like a throne. He's the most well-dressed, well-styled on the stage. He's got a lot of rhymes, you should buy him for the price. Because I'm cheap. When I stand behind Mike, it's the end. I betray, I betray, I don't forgive. Michael Corleone. Without a gun, a banner and a post. I don't give a ***. I don't lie, I don't lie. I don't lie, I don't lie. Stand up, stand up, stand up. I vibe like Mike Skinner or Mike Miller. I wanna play a game, like this old man said. Rap killer, I've been playing fair for years. I'm walking on the rails, ready to pick up the bumper. The dream is coming true and the prophecy is coming true, that without a gun, it's like in a dream. Finally, it's coming true. Bang! I'm curious what you would do if you really knew the hard version of the song, but no one recorded it. They can follow us, send us to the end, to the steps, or to the so-called imaginary defenders of hip-hop. Who's here? It's Mike Skinner. All you have to do is die and you'll die of an empty magazine. Who's here? It's Mike Skinner. I step on you and spray you. Enough, I'll pee in your skin. Who's here? It's Mike Skinner. Ma-ma-Mike Skinner. Ma-ma-ma-Mike Skinner. Who's here? It's Mike, ma-Mike, ma-Mike, ma-Mike, ma-Mike, ma-Mike, ma-Mike, Mike. S же jska, e ro, to Michał, pierwszy do rapu, Niestety też do kielicha nie. Zdzicha peń, wszystko odwisia. Jak ba dal, mistyczny jak Molesta. Na drugie mam skandal, to w klubie bangla, wish. Stopo, bangladesh! Koniec posłuchy, sprawiam, że tu pada deszcz. Moja brygada też, pewnie rześć o niej słyszał. Potro dla Pondara, w Szurach i Żemyszach. Kto po tych górach pizał jeszcze w 90-tych. Zakrążą się w tych beatach, Krejciu najlepsze jointy, EMI, CHL, to wersy o nim. Nie muszę się przedstawiać, to przez nasz mój pseudonim. Ten głos, reddy, ten flow, sety, i niech każdy krytyk usłyszy. *** all y'all bitches. Krótko i na temat, u nas hejterów wciąż zwała. Większość z tych chlamerów nie sięga mi do Michała. 4 płynki na innym levelu, unikalny combo. 4 płynki na innym levelu, unikalny combo. Mike's killer. O, Mike's killer. Zobaczcie to.