[Verse 1]
I say what I think, fuck politically corrected rap
My authorities let me down, their words are business
I was a fan of this music, it raised me like a mother
I'm making trap, your popstar makes a blowjob
Who felt offended? (who, who)
I open minds with a baseball bat
Respect to Tede, Włodi, Sokół, Borygo
Eldo, Płomień (fuck sake) I go to the fullest
I pay the tribute to those who deserved it
When I smoked the first joint, from the speakers I tasted HG's Amnesia
Taught to say nothing, fuck pigs, make money
Spit at unplеasant actions

[Chorus]
Noise, for the culture that raisеd us
Noise, for the people, that fucking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for the people, that fucking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little

[Verse 2]
I might show up once I heal my insane mind
At this moment I look as If I was flying, high on speed
Music doesn't piss me off if you want you can listen to fucking Disco polo
But it pisses me off when you fool your fans, make yourself a God knows what
(Young 2Pac) Whole head in scabs
I was a ghost for too long to be scared, that they'll kill me
Raised by a bandit, what do you want to impress me with
Rebellion is a characteristic of youngsters, if you want you can square me up for the words
Respect Malik, let that go abroad
Respect SB, I know who loves this music
I put aside loads of money for my mum
And I'm not worried about anything anymore, even If the fun will stop
Alright, I know, a fuck you in the face is too much
But why should I apologize
Why, why should I apologize
Alright, I know, a fuck you in the face is too much
This is rap you whore, not licking balls
[Chorus]
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for the people, that fucking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for the people, that fucking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little

[Verse 3]
When you don't have any perspectives, it's the only thing
Move forward, set an expensive target
And I did, I've got a watch worth sixty thousand, lad
Platinium walls, I can't count enemies anymore son
My friend confused yellow with white again (yellow with white)
He's wandering bruised for the fourth day
I love this mess, dirty tags on the city
And the sick phrase that, the pig is fucked here
Mr. Kasta, I don't know what it means to butthurt
I give applaud to Mata, Bedi is this year's king
Rule-men who have rules only in tracks
I'd rather beg at a station than to trick fans like that
Too uncomfortable for this scene, cunts are scared of me
They know, if there will be a need, then I'll burn those caricatures
I've got respect for the pioneers of this culture
Who fuck the system and the things that they try to convince us with force
[Chorus]
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for the people, that fucking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for the people, that fucking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little