Guess who's back? I'm burying my head in a Roman scrap And I'm thinking what I can do Crippled, lack of a lamp Orangeade, New Canada Pipa, lamp, orangeade And what do they want? I didn't touch their mothers And I'm paying taxes for the profits from rap gossip Someone from Piaskownica stole my shovels Like Benjamin Button, I have weird accidents Dziadzia napierdala, all the hustlers will scream Dziadzia napierdala, better pack your bags All the bottles went straight to the toilet They don't know what's going on, cause there's no app for it Smoky cages, a washer, beats from Winamp That there's a gallant in the garage, their kits are a standard Empty rhymes and they were released like Trump's tweets Boom, beat and bye-bye Kałabanda, blada, not enough sun Everyone wants to live here till the end Everyone wants, but not everyone is good enough Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp And what do they want, outsiders? Who will believe us, that we care? People are rarely honest Savoir-vivre ignores, denies ***, I'm sorry, please, thank you I'm spilling klepsydrapia, I still lick the enemy's eye This system will never fall apart Kasta is a path, I narrate rap history like my buddy I hit the beat, I live here like Robert Nesta My reggae is a pedestal, you listen to the best As if I never stopped, I treat it like a fun trip Like Funky, Akira, Kurosawa Like a planter, I have a crop Outside the law, immersed in the grass I *** swore swans, niche for fame I take care of the law, like an orthopedist with the right post Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp *** it up, let the party not end I'm afraid of these places, like Lech Janerka sang In the car, I'm taking it easy, I'm pulling the laces When I look back, the bass is rattling in the mirrors On the streets, there's a play, hidden and in the barrel These whips are sitting and packing in silver No one speaks directly, only a postcard and a four No one looks in the eyes, everyone is on the cameras And on the mic, a fusherka, *** a pseudo-gangster Zero flow, zero game on the letters No one wants to drink anymore, not even half a liter No one wants to fight, they prefer fame to scams But real life can give a blow Pipa, lamp, orangeade Piada, attention, listen to the old man Pipa, lamp, orangeade No, no, don't Pipa, lamp, orangeade *** it up, let the party not end Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp, orangeade Pipa, lamp We bend our necks, not to the fans And even if it's not a race of quarks Always ready to start at the fair Mark, listen to the bargain, the end of the lethargy Our own, like Pawlak and Kargur This is our way through life You think what you want We talk what you hear Dreams about the corridor, you dream You see for us, the scratch on the album It's like memory in granite We still talk, we have our own hut Armored like a book cover Fortunately, we build a blanket It's a fact, we slide on it like Jaromir Radke I don't look into the teeth of a gifted dome Only morons think who's with whom, where, when For how much, real skills Kasta and that's it, we don't trust the force Down, I put my bills We have our own university, full cellars We fight bravely when we come back bravely Still our own, helplessly, on our own Kasta Squad, we rule here individually Kasta Squad