Kamień z serca Lyrics English Translation by Bedoes 2115
(feat. Kubi Producent)
Takefun: Mr. Bedoes, populism for the masses
Skopzzor: Mr. Bedoes
Frosti: Bedoes, you know, can *** off, well, since forever
Sentino: Bedoes, in my opinion, is the best artist of the younger generation
Doda: Bedoes wrote a song about me and I would really like to—
Natan Zgorzyk: No one can motivate like Bedoes
NitroZyniak: Because Bedoes has been fire for five years
Artur Rawicz: What do you value Bedoes for? AdMa: For his charisma
Rafonix: They could make GTA VI out of Bedoes
Blanka Stajkow: I really like Bedoes’s work
Reporter: The band Bedoes two thousand fifteen
Tomb: I definitely sacrificed myself the most writing those lyrics, writing for Bedoes
DZIARMA: I’m a Bedoes-girl
When I was little, I dreamed of being a cowboy — dead or alive
They hunt me like there’s a bounty on my head
They form groups, they grab a razor to cut my head off
My barber Kubi calls and says young Borek has to come back
And yeah, I took a break, in the meantime I left SB
I was a good brother, the scar from Żaba is eternal proof of that
For seven years with you I built a legend, I just wanted to start my own label
And not even one percent of my behavior was disloyal
And I’ll remember Beezy’s help for real, for good
It was already a meme, when I was rapping again
Thanking you, like, every other track
I didn’t respond to those provocations, ’cause you meant as much to me as my dad
And I won’t respond, ’cause I won’t spit on all those years
Then a punchline, eaten on tracks
By some bullied, funny fat guy
He throws a line about my fiancée, like a desperate man with no principles
And what am I supposed to answer? The posthumous gas of some fake righteous dude?
To me you’re dead, mention her one more time
And you’ll be dead to the rest of the world too
And respect to the old school, even if they don’t have it for me
‘Cause respect isn’t something you give with an agenda
For as long as I can remember, they want to turn my dreams into a nightmare
So it’s time to wake this country up, and anyway, ***, I let you sleep in
What’s up? (Real trap ***)
I once said, when the time comes
I’ll do what needs to be done, and the time is now (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There’s work to be done (So what?)
A few bodies to be taken out (So what?)
A mess to be cleaned up (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
No time to slack off (Let’s go)
I once said, when the time comes
I’ll do what needs to be done, and the time is now (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There’s work to be done (So what?)
A few bodies to be taken out (So what?)
A mess to be cleaned up (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
No time to slack off (Let’s go)
I hate hatred, but I’ll bite the head off any tyrant — Borek
And if you bark at Bedops, pray that the one from Gustaw doesn’t bark back
I hide emotions behind a scream, ’cause I was raised by my grandma and my mom
I don’t have bipolar, but when you insult me
(Alright, you get the *** out too)
Borek
If being a hypocrite means defending my own, then *** it, I can be one
Hip-hop gives zero *** about me, and I stand firm, even in a *** up position
Baśka had nice ***, I have two wolves inside me
One wants to shower everyone with love — the kind the other one never got
Rest in peace, Leszek, Kacper, Mateusz, Sara
I’m doing this for you — even if they’re punching my face, it’s pepper spray and a baton
I am the scream of this generation, not some role model to follow
And when I was a ***, I made a whole herd in the Barn, but now there’s a big change in my head — Borek
I’m always on my business, whenever I stand on my *** soles
I’m gonna be a father, I’m gonna be a husband, I need to get wiser, but, ***, I don’t want to
New Porsche, but I’m still driving it on reserve, like in my grandpa’s Vectra (Skrrrt)
Shout-out: Marek, Dominik and Artur
Maybe I don’t have as many punchlines as Tomb, as many napes as Szpaku
As many guitars as Chivas, as many fans as Taco
As many cars as White, as many moves as Kaz
But no one was more *** up than me (Gang)
When I went to the rappers’ photoshoot, I brought my balls and it was enough
But I’m always ready, no matter what happens
I laid out a duvet and pillows in the trunk
Give me more enemies, more smoke
Jesus Christ, Kubi, more beats
*** me up some more, Igor
Until all this *** blows up in my face
More lies, more disses
More snakes, more foxes
And spit on my name some more, ’cause that’s when I feel the most alive
I once said, when the time comes
I’ll do what needs to be done, and the time is now (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There’s work to be done (So what?)
A few bodies to be taken out (So what?)
A mess to be cleaned up (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
No time to slack off (Let’s go)
I once said, when the time comes
I’ll do what needs to be done, and the time is now (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
There’s work to be done (So what?)
A few bodies to be taken out (So what?)
A mess to be cleaned up (So what?)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
No time to slack off (Let’s go)
To save a few złoty, three people bathed in the same water
Tell me, you journalistic *** — am I hip-hop enough for you?
I still rap about family, and the main topic is that my dad is dead
And if just one kid feels better because of it, then I don’t give a *** about opinions
I made five with Filip, five with Matczak, five with Guzior
I know how to pour champagne on my head, but I also know how to cover my head in ashes
I came back from the esthetician to spout some populist ***
So there’s a chance that this year the Fryderyk awards might be hip-hop again
There’s a video online of me getting kicked, ’cause I stood up for someone
I saw some guys harassing a girl, and a kid asked me if I was gonna help her?
What would you do in my place?
Today I don’t give a ***, ’cause I know exactly what I’m doing
And I hope none of my fans ever turns their head away from those who are weaker
And I’ve been covered in blood like a tampon, I lived in the middle of *** nowhere, at the bottom like Spongebob
I’m in my prime, like Kasjo, if you want Fame, I’ll make you famous for free
You, gangster, if you’re holding your finger on the trigger in a photo with a borrowed piece
You look like some actor from W-11, not like Pop Smoke
I had to grow up faster — I learned to swim where the sharks are
And my most popular love song is about a girl who cheated on me
*** these disses, you want a reaction? You’ll be on TV like Muzyka
And my enemies can do push-ups, like I was at least limping — Borek
To them I’m a ***, but I can always look in the mirror
‘Cause my biggest shame is that I wet the bed for a long time
I didn’t know how to tie my shoes, I couldn’t fall asleep without a stuffed animal
But I never let my brother down, sharing every piece of bread equally
Bedopie, Bedoś-death, Bedoes
(Takefun: Bedoes is such a hypocritical, populist, fat, *** pig and scumbag all at once)
Bedopie, Bedoś-death, Bedoes
(Eryk Moczko: And, and in general I see in Borys, that he is very helpful)
Bedopie, Bedoś-death, Bedoes
(Eryk Moczko: He’s already been through his own journey and he’s reaching out his hand to, to young artists)
Bedopie, Bedoś-death, Bedoes
My mom had cancer when I was recording Romantic Revolution
She beat the *** out of that ***, ’cause she always said: “Son, anything is possible”
And if “BEDOESIARA” makes you laugh, then *** you in your empty head and that’s it
‘Cause I did it for Karolina, who survived clinical death
“*** Bedoes” on the wall, sometimes I thought that about myself too
I don’t do PR and I don’t calculate when I write a track
It just comes out of me — I don’t think about what I’m saying and because of that I’m often in deep ***
I don’t have excuses anymore, I take it on the chest, ’cause I’d like to be the father I never had
The Cuban guy insulted me publicly, apologized publicly and, ***, case closed
‘Cause that’s how a real man acts, not some rapper who throws shade every other track
I don’t play in the same sandbox as you — all that *** makes me cringe
And I don’t give a *** about your opinion, ’cause only Behringer listened to me when I was starting out
I’ve always made hip-hop
Whether there were seven, seventeen, or seventy haters
I got like a thousand death threats
And I’ll keep making it even if I get a million