Do you know me better than I know myself? Seen me laid low on the ground? You acquainted with downfall and pain? Think you know every event that shaped me? You know me better, clown, don’t you think? Want your imagination to trick you, To know P, a real craft—just listen to P, Read an interview, talk privately, P won’t confide, and fuck, that ain’t right, P ain’t playing fair, Sure, P probably still steals, No matter if the job's hard, Can't handle it all at once, I’ll break down soon, You don’t like germs, Well, you don’t know me, not from today, I know you won't cheer for Rychu Peja, Nor does it impress me, I laugh at conspiracy garbage, You recognized Rych Peja right off the bat, Supposed to be poisoned because the accusations are true, Talk healthy, I know who I am, So the villains will drop off. I don’t wish you the bottom, Fuck off, I'm not screaming, Calmly on this beat, With words in my notebook, I narrate, as you see, Laugh at Rycha Peja under a bad light, They want to set the crazy cover, Your ass hurts from the pain, That’s all you’re skilled at, Sticking pins, Hungry wolves, Wanting to devour Okulski, Just fuck off him, Or this fight won’t happen, Fuck off him, This fight won’t happen. What hurts you, Does it hurt you that much, That Rychu Peja might have a chance, To earn a living honestly today? Combine the pleasant with the useful, A life’s passion, rap, I won’t do anything for you, And you, all talk, no action, Fucking lazybones, Envious Pole, Start changing your life, Unless you want to eat scraps, Do something! You hear? start living your own life, Yap again and you’ll hear about it on the album. Hey! You! You all! Them! What bothers you? What the fuck bothers you? Notice the record sales, You don’t see the sweat on my brow, You see many people around, P has to protect himself, Has to defend himself, Has to make music alone, Doesn’t complain to anyone, Just minds his own business, Do you know rap isn’t just that? You don't know though you know me, Ask what I haven't heard, Find such an album, I know all the classics, Been in this too long, You at dinner with mommy, And me, spending my last money, On an original CD, Plus point, Laugh now, guess, Who’ll laugh last, Laugh now, guess, Where are the real listeners, Tough guys, what's under your mask? I’ll smack you up, Like Planet Asia with Rasco, A fiasco for motherfuckers, To the delight of their chicks, Each with a dreamy drink, Sleek leg in a heel, Smelling money, grinning teeth, Loving P and flirting, Want me to cover your chicks’ funk, Shout-out to the bosses, Who destroy posers on mics, Let’s discourage them from rap, Discourage, keep discouraging, Then they’ll hate even more, All those who managed to break through, Lyrically beating everyone, Wanna stand out for profit? You’ve got no chance, Same style, none poorer, Don’t end up broke like Greg Nice, Don’t know who that is? Then don’t joke, For lack of basic knowledge, You get trash, not cash, Because that’s Rycha’s principle, No need to get sentimental, Like the fact that Swayze canned Ja Rule, Like the fact that Swayze canned Ja Rule. What hurts you, Does it hurt you that much, That Rychu Peja might have a chance, To earn a living honestly today? Combine the pleasant with the useful, A life’s passion, rap, I won’t do anything for you, And you, all talk, no action, Fucking lazybones, Envious Pole, Start changing your life, Unless you want to eat scraps, Do something! You hear? start living your own life, Yap again and you’ll hear about it on the album. One, two… Two, three! Three! (Hey-e!) This is-is-is my rap! This-This my reality! Life as it is, so is the rap! Such rap! It contains everything, So finally get it (get it), You get it? You get it? Fucking get it? You get it? You get it? Fucking get it? You get it? You get it? Fucking get it?