I'm a Hannes Hannes infiltrates our capital Oh no, how do you know? I know because I'm Hannes I'm training low aback, I'm exercising a little And I have RS, fuck skills When I'm writing I set up a satellite I decided that I'm not going anywhere Only with myself, without anyone else To provoke fate a little Walkie-talkie, 8-8, I'll report Because from a distance, techno is hitting your fence They took away what was needed Saying straight to people That it can't be easier Yo Smark, fuck this business I've learned a little I've been sitting in this for a while And I've been thinking a little I don't know who my friend is And if I still want to be on this show And if this is a challenge at all Half of them, playback Half of them, for me, it's a bit like a wedding All my life, I wanted to be a rapper Now I'm so fucked up Because I already know the meaning of words I put them in my head So that my kidneys beat I put them in my head So that my kidneys beat And they talk about truth One of them wears a mele, once forbidden blouse Like, what the fuck But now they have a loose, they make a flooze Okay, don't fuck with me, I won't be right I don't fuck with things That I can't fix They carry my ass full of refueled jackets For you, I can call myself Barbie And if you have a fridge full Then your cousin will come out of the washing machine Don't give a fuck And they would laugh at us On Brooklyn, if I came to give an album I saved hip-hop Bravo But who the fuck are you, Vito? If Mati didn't sample MP3 He wouldn't learn What I can do today A super producer, but not enough Vinyl, do you see vinyl? Finally, they hit each other Today, without obstacles, without wires Audiophiles talk about sound quality My sound quality Before he became a player He was digging oranges And Schumacher kicked him on the asphalt Support at the start is important Just like readiness at the start Is unlucky I remember the moment In which I sincerely fell in love with a hedgehog Because the inner voice came to the voice Don't give a fuck about style Style is urban and only urban My road from Eldok To Leśmiana is ridiculed As it was said about love In the presence of a haystack Drinking and twerking Nanny Earth raised from far away from the yard In the wild, a squirrel rummages with a pine cone On the bark The eagle waves its wings I feel good here And you, boys Keep the distance and tell me, Mr. Piotr I play concerts I throw verses to thousands And nobody in the city Is tired of autographs from Mr. Piotr May I? May I?