[Intro]
Bow, bow, bow
Welcome, Major SPZ, Wiadomo Label
#hot16challenge, I got a nomination from Paluch
I pick up the gloves, take up the challenge, and fly with it
S to P to Z

[Verse 1]
I am the rhythm of the street, the minute every hour
The plane lands in the capital, I finished sixteen lines
Every second counts, feathers fall off the wings
I know who to count on when I make a mistake again
I am the rhythm of the street, the minute every hour
The plane lands in the capital, I was flying over an hour
Every second counts, fеathers fall off the wings
I know who to count on, I know who to count on
I am with you, I am your weapon, I givе my word
Let these words protect your family, whores chase each other
I'm here to fly high, I'm following you
I am the support, I stand next to you, I will jump into the fire after you
Not equally for everyone, there is a place in the heart for loved ones
I avoid slippery hugs, fuck materialists
Fuck your profits at the brothers' expense or you'll lose more later
Alone in his vault, you don't look people in the eye anymore
I drink the panini with ham with yerba, stand on the lights, wait for them to change
Harman stereo, Coupe 3.0, I put on oxy, I'm going to the area
The homies stick rockets every now and then, the ticket will not wrap itself
When I get lost and sometimes make a mistake, the answers are found in smoke
So much
[Hook]
And that's it, that's it, but it's not over, it's time for nominations
I nominate Włodi, Sawa SPZ, OG Olgierd, Kazior, and an international from America: Stitches
But this is not the end, because there is still a surprise ahead
I have a second verse for you, a second verse, and we're going with it

[Verse 2]
With 125 BPMs, I'm driving a verse without a chorus
Major Specnaz, no problem
You want to be good, train a lot
Don't sit in the shade and show the snout
The chain in the sun does a blink
Thick smoke, I smoke weed, eyes narrow like Bruce Lee
The cold drink disappears quickly, the beats sounded on the speakers
I have acoustics with me, five grams - Costa Rica
Music soothes and guides us, ZAiKS transferred money to the account
I sit with whores and waste my time
There are no concerts, and I want to play
Hot sixteen, coronavirus, get the fuck out of town
Dogs in muzzles, people in masks
Even Pazdan had already grown his hair
Two star beams, ground five
A shuttle is burning for your health
Apparently I go well in the photos
And every time I finish, I pour in