nny, they're a-fixin' up the fence, Wranglin' up the chickens, ain't no common sense, They're dreamin' of a kingdom with a golden stage, But all they got is this ol' peonage. [Chorus] Peonage, peonage, it’s the life that we love, Peonage, peonage, with a push and a shove, Peonage, peonage, in the sun or the shade, Live it up, folks, it’s the peonage masquerade.21:T475,[Verse] Wracam ja z zagranicy, jak dym z fabryki
Holadi flow, mikrofon płonie nagle, szybki styl
Słońce grzeje mocno, Jamajka blisko tu
Muzyka w nas, reggae spływa jak deszczowy chuch [Chorus] Holadi rap, Holadi, hej, witamy
Rytmy z wyspy, słońce w sercu mamy
Podbijamy scenę, mocny beat, ej ziomy
Od Jamajki do Polski, nasze reggae wchodzi [Verse 2] Słowa jak dzida, przelatują przez bity
Flow hip-hopu, ciemne okulary skitrane w szlafroki
Słuchaj jak płynie ten old-schoolowy wzkm
Holadi wraca, by dać Tobie dobry plan [Bridge] Muzyka w nas, pulsuje każdą nocą
Miliony myśli, każdą z nich wypluwam słowem
Wznieśmy ręce, pójdźmy tam, gdzie nasz dom
Rap i reggae w jednym, ten polsko-jamajski ziąb [Verse 3] Złote korzenie, rytmy z głębi serca
Jamajskie słońce przeplata się z polskim deszczem
W kałużach wibracji składamy ten bit
Holadi powraca, dla wszystkich dziś hit [Chorus] Holadi rap, Holadi, hej, witamy
Rytmy z wyspy, słońce w sercu mamy
Podbijamy scenę, mocny beat, ej ziomy
Od Jamajki do Polski, nasze reggae wchodzi22:T8fd,The world was young, the mountains green No stain yet on the moon was seen No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells. He drank from yet untasted wells. He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars appear, As gems upon a silver thread Above the shadow of his head. The world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashen-cold. No harp is wrung, no hammer falls, The darkness dwells in Durin's halls The shadow lies upon his tomb In Moria, in Khazad-dûm, But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere. There lies his crown in water deep Til' Durin wakes again from sleep [chorus] Far over the misty mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To seek our pale enchanted gold, The dwarves of yore made mighty spells While hammers fell like ringing bells, In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. For ancient king and elvish lord, There many a gleaming golden hoard, They shaped and wrought, and light they caught, To hide in gems on hilt of sword. On silver necklaces they strung. The flowering stars on crowns they hung. The dragon-fire in twisted wire, They meshed the light of moon and sun. Far over the misty mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. Goblets they carved there for themselves, And harps of gold, where no man delves, There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves, The pines were roaring on the heights, The winds was moaning in the night, The fire was red, it flaming spread, The trees like torches blazed with light, The bells were ringing in the dale, And men looked up with faces pale, The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire, Laid low their towers and houses frail, The mountain smoked beneath the moon. The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom (tramp of doom), They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon. Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim, We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him, Far over the misty mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old. 23:T483,[Verse] Spit fire, no lighter, shadow of the empire Grimy streets, piranha teeth, hunger never expires Whispers in the alleys, modern pharaoh in the valley Culture in the veins, watch the ghosts of Memphis rally [Verse 2] Brick city tales, echoes in the barbers

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