ULICZNA APTEKA ft. CO$Y - TO CO PALĘ

SZPAKU PŁASKA ZIEMIA

TPS - Dobrze, że nie wziąłem

polonn

POLONN

you claim ghostwriter bro you cant ghost write your grammar lookin like it lost a ghost fight
every sentence a massacre commas collapse while your clauses ignite
you flex production but cant post no sight metadata laughs at your hype
i drop receipts contracts and files you drop excuses that bite

your verbs are extinct adjectives dead nouns misplaced
every line a crime scene every post a disgrace
i architect syllables build cathedrals from words
you stack letters like blocks but the meaning absurd

splitt from splitt records  i split jaws in sections multi syllable weapons dissectin your deceptions
you produced for d.s nah thats misdirection your resume a typo full of failed corrections
i engineer hits while you engineer lies your mixer a toy your studio is dry
every beat you claim is a fraud every kick you punch just a sigh

i fold rhyme schemes like origami my verses a maze
you stumble through bars in a grammatical daze
your crew a collection of clowns i spit missiles in waves
every line that i drop makes your mouth misbehave

im a composer with proof metadata in my file
you a poser with spoof every bar irrelevant and vile
talkin different breed but you barkin so mild
im a wolf in the cipher you a poodle gone wild

i twist syntax like pretzels bend flows like rivers
your lines drip like leaking faucets weak words that shiver
every internal rhyme calibrated precise
while you mumble in chaos cant even stack one slice

your spelling off beat your bars aint aligned
you ghostwrite for who bro you ghostwrite for time
every sentence you draft needs a spellcheck sign
you couldnt ghost my shadows if you plagiarized mine

i layer multi schemes like a cake with seven tiers
you spit crumbs on the floor while im shifting the gears
i bend words into weapons i turn syllables to steel
you drop flat pancakes while i break the seal

im packed with the patterns infinite layers of schemes
you stuck with the basics kiddin yourself in your dreams
splity splits syllables sharper than guillotines
your lines flatlined im revivin with machines

i calculate every cadence your flows cant compute
you throw words in the air i assemble them absolute
every metaphor a dagger every punchline precise
while you misfire and whimper like a dice without spice

so remember the brand yeah the motto legit
we dont follow we splitt and spit every hit
your jaw get split like the name on the fit
splitt records on wax and you aint cut for this shit

i engineer cyclones while you puddle in puddles
every multisyllable flip i spit bursts and huddles
your spelling a circus your grammar a mess
i leave the booth smoking while you regress

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