Bohemian Rap So Who?

You The Scooter Královna running all over me, I'm so proud of you anchor baby deep in my heart while I'm drowning Harant! Thank you sister, trickster, twister, blisster, brah, mah, aaaah ... fainting

Ooh, hoo doesn't know the Czech fairy tale Scooter First (S Cooter Thirst in street Czech SLang, oops) about 1 ordinary girl (D. Patrasová) who is given the task of coming to the Insmart King (J. Čenský) - whether she comes or not, dressed or not, and bringing a gift or not. It's a less ordinary love story about a smart village girl, Zdenička, who not only in-vents/out-vents a scooter, but also eventually becomes the Outsmart Queen d u 2 her wit.

Hey, uma, Queen, I P don’t wanna be discreet or even indiscreet, butt like, is your S cooter rolling its eyes? Hmm, maybe plural, who the hay Ken figure RoughLee this one out!? If I’m dumber than dirt, baby, you might help me out here cootering it, err, scootering the ruf annesir, sank you! ‘Kause gr-ass has been mown and dried for use ass cannon fodder.

Uma, Queen, soorree for bothering to husk another publick question, butt pubically S peaking, did they get wet, uma, like dripping, in uma, like in my whippeed cream reign? ‘Kause, policktically hip-hopping, I’m the rapping King. Like really? My turtle kingdom come, at lust, sorriously? Kool, I’m getting your old skool cooter! Finally rolls my mouse. Baby, currently, I’m so fuc King proud of you, uma, Queen!

Excuse me what, uma, Queen? Oh, I meant your scooter, uma, Queen. S what? Cooter, whose cooter? No idea, M I like Don Juan or Casanova, WTScooter!? I dunno what you’re talking a boat, uma, Queen! Wink wink? R U not my perfucked storm, an echo current, a deadly undertow? Like waiting for Godot, pathetically symbolizing the absurdity of existence, the purposelessness of life, and how suffering increases with the passage of time when we wish it 2 decrease … like poor Don Juan & Casanova.

LIBOREC = LIBEREC

a great guy/fighter = báječný chlapík, borec

Hey P, I P, U P, we P. Plus I Kenny Rough hay too, END he’s fuc King pissed, how U P, how I P, how we P, you know him, you know me, you know why, whiPee, whiTea! Though things R going shitty south, I’m cumming north. There’s both a thin and thick threesome or even more line bedween love & H8. Who wouldn’t diss such an appointment? That I can be quite a disappointment jerk? Me? Not you, baby?

Actually, I always mean well, bu bu butt I M a bit of a M-oro-n, what the beat-up Moravian bohemian problem is! H8 me? Fuck, baby?

Err … if you don’t rap with the Bohemian I M Oravian, you don’t have a lovelife! If you don’t move your moved arse with the Bohemian I M Oravian, you don’t even live.

"Kill Bill" is a 2-part mar-tial arts action feeLM written & directed by Quentin Tarantino-Harantino, released in 2003 and 2004. It stars Uma-Scooter Queen-Thurman as the Bride, a former ass-ass-in who s-eeks revenge on her ex-lover Bill and his ass-o-ciates after they at-tempt to murder her. The feeLM is known for its stylized vio-lens, eclacktic sound-track, and hoe-mage to variotous sin-emma-tick genres.

Butt, uma, Queen, if you do, and you do, that’s a different matter, another KOsmic dimansion, a solved, triple-checked NEO n dilemma ❤️ !!!!!!!! ‘Kause I’m a fucking gentleman & you’re a fucking lady …

Bohemian rapicS

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows)
I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro, magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ
No, we will not let you go (let him go)
بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ
We will not let you go (let him go)
بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ
We will not let you go (let me go)
Will not let you go (let me go)
Will not let you go (never, never, never, never let me go)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia
Mamma mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooh
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Butt w8, if you’re not dressed up in semi-neighkidness, err, like baggy denim overhauls, the bed is cold, you’re not rapping at all! And you must be a stunning sex mechanic wearing nothing butt d holy holes, err, like vintage fame mumster halls, I mean trophical overhauls with adjustable straps and large front pockets, whose delish fishbone silhouette is only half visible, adding to her bold, natural Mecca allure, err, like font or something blessed & radiant.

And the breath-taking overhauls must fall naturally, err, like sin, revealing the F-ink woman's shoulders and chest. Uma, with her long, wavy hair falling over her shoulders, partially obscuring her beautiful face, she must be concentrating on repairing a dilapidated engine.

Her greased hands will hold the wrench with hot precision, for me to feel her real charms and hidden treasure buried deep inside, and the faint marks on her arms, collarbones, and cheeks must show her determination to do it herself.

Oh, and the space children’s interweaving of light and shadow must create a rawer industrial atmosphere than herself, which is already 110 fucking % raw, where mechanical casseroles and quiet, unwavering dedication complement each other.

And this must be a side view of "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?", nutting to do with “Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" or ”D proposition for sexual intimacy!”, much less about simply sharing a cozy bed for the day & night non-stop, err, like to read Edgar A-”ll”-an Poe’s morbid, dead serious, depressing poetry and laugh, or just chuckle, at least, if not crack up. Err, like over his inventing of defective, oops, detective fiction. ROFL

Especially over his final madly/truly/deeply sorry scene words, "Lord help my poor soul!". All of the relevant medical records were lost, including Poe's death certificate. Oops. Ah … I’m swooning … Meccanikey, uma, Queen …

Oh, and please don’t ask me why Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody says "Bismillah"! Because I dunno, just don’t fucking do! Butt بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ Bismillah is an Arabic phrase which means “in the name of God”, err, like XXXpervtly connecting you and the dots and me, hilarious weediots/heediots?

My lust post had a yuge deep impact, bum, err, boom. And to think F-Ready in the ass Mercury was gay, naturally full of shit, not my bro, baby, come on, makes me sick to my stomach. It both ruined & improved my mood.

Hmmn, pondering all this, baby, is that supposed to mean that I should S P ank you, err, thank you for the Poe-LiShed clarity of your treasure, Arabeakally, like me the animal, oops, d artist burrowing you, plowing you Arabeakally, alphuckbetically, whoredly I mean? Due-ring the disorderly dinosaur age? True, my Mesozoic Era bed, sounds pretty muffin, my turtle fin, muffle, muddle age to me sick fuck, fuck, phine!

Yes? Fuck me, oops, fuck her, baby, the sex Meccanic in the fucktory PUA picture, whose goose seems pretty ordinary to me! Yes? Thank you for supporting your infymous, str-ugly-ing pick-up-autist far-moor, banging youthfoolly, youthwooly your, err, her ripe peach! No? Her muffin, that, muffin, muffin, my turtle fin! Oh, the sex Meccanic and McDonalds’ or our doughnuts. I dunno! I Poe lightly asked you not to ask me, fuck, baby, uma Queen!

"everything I've experienced here won, got, drank, lost along the way like a moron the crowned idiot is the valve demon, I stand as stone as a menhir even though I'm clutching an umbrella I'm under the rain, a leaky colander and cash is falling, cash is falling on my head you'll frame that golden shit someday"

FYI, IRL, a scooter is a turtle means of tran-sport-ation trance-porking the Insmart King to a hole new level, that would be like me your sex-banged overhaul, that is propelled by pushing off with one foot from the ground while the other foot stands on a sky-high platform low above the ground that connects the rear wheel to the love handlebars and front wheel of fortune to roll like a dispelled & disheartened kite lava-gliding down an erupting volcano, if you awwed don’t mind, metaphorically breezing up the heaven’s lava dune.

The scooter is control-led by the love handlebars, similar to a nerdy boy sickle, you know me commie carrying a capitalist bicycle on my back, limping, because you merely escaping reality won’t lend me your knitted lovebored, err, like your classy sk8board. Wherever I roam a wanderer, a drifter, I carry you like my cross, my immense burden of more of you the pleasure, heavy yet so weightless, that every day weighs more like w8more. The cross, the P-leaSure, the suffering, the complete trinity is my U-nited & U-rited community, my whole family.

Hey, hoe, yeah, I Neo n M faithful to the family, faithful to (the) Trinity, to these who I grow old with, the family, my family, La Familia. When the Matrix ship is sinking … Ha ha ha rant! What the Harant!

Because I’m poor as a church mouse in the hosted or ranted hood. Let’s call it fantastick sol-i-dar-a-tí or dignitea, uma, Queen! You’re the more Poe-tent sun penetrating my less Poe-tent shadow, when I should be penetrating. WTF!?

Butt you wouldn’t know that "I'll Give You the Sun" is a new diss-covery novel that explores themes of grief, sexuality, creativity, bravery, identity, and love, primarily through the intertwined narratives of twins Noah and Jude, err, like the 800 g milk paradox of yes butt no or yes & no. Know? PG 13.

Sure, it’s pretty tough & rough to be cheesy bum Noah these RRRocky rap days, no lost at sea where love is an island without you, butt yes with you my anchor when the ship is sinking in the raging sea. You know, as a boom boom, broom broom female, at least how volca-no-s erupt!

Oh neat baby, so much for the U-knitty or agreement of feeling or action, wildly imagining a common interest that stems from a shared chai recognition of human dignity, the inherent worth of every true lover hooF’s not perthfucked. Shiit, that’s a s-candle! Err, like Faustingly KOsmic?

FYI, IRL, “Bohemian Rap So Who?” has intrigued d skatebored beeteash rock bent Queen, who, in the cheesy explanation, states that "Bohemian Rhapsody" is a boat a yang man who has accidentally killed someone, oops, butt wasn’t it upside down, duda, and, like Faust, folk, sold his soul to the Devil, excuse me, I XXXcue S U, baby? I do, you’re lucky. LMFAO.

D sun-g singing to my OG on Mars was released as the lead single from their fourth SORRY study-yo album, A Knight @ D Oh Perra. What a stewpit dawg I M a bohemian still in the middle F lava chase on the bury bury attractive, silly b-each I love to death, mine or her! I’m poetick Poe Lee Garand, aka Garant aka Harant. A love lava guarantee, guarantor, guarantour, your hoodlamb yellow in the Czechhood kingdom & rapdom come.

Whose name is Paul (Pa-vel - Father who commands, ROFL) and Harant, ha ha ha rant, LMFAO, not too phunny, though. The n-aim-e is believe’d 2 d’rive, rant, rave, rap from the Old Czech word harant, which trance-lay-test to a person who is a wanderer or traveler, meh meh. This suggests that the whoriginal bearers of the surname like Sour L may/must have been itine-rant love BS workers or traders or even traitors reflecting a bohemian lifestyle that involved love movement and adaptability. Ouch rather than oops!

So, in streetwise/streetdumb Czech SLang, it loserlee stands for WON BRAT, LOL! So baby, I’m just a street-smart fucking kid, the cynikool/sinical bastard who tests the hole world. And you just rule the bohemian in me out, upside down and inside out. Paulie Garand. Poe Lee Garantea, Garantour.

Easy breezy, baby, easy breezy on me dispelled & disheartened kite lava-gliding down an erupting volcano, I’m fucking ancient 51 year old, err, like a 20 yo 300 Spartang stallion, rumour fox around, neighing.

Freddie, such a disgracingly phunny, F-king Queen dude trying to kiss your heavy arsenal, err, lick arse, OG, as a shoeshine apology, meh meh, is pleading to be let go to live his hi-re-voltage, hi-re-octane life and be who he is. I beg your par Don Juan! He hornily, not horned, fuck, baby, re-pea-ts mama meow, oops, this is so purr & pawfectly ridiculous, damn, sounds like the real me, and asks her to let him go also, no, no, no, and you no you, mow, mow, mow, and mow you no mow, no, never! LOL

END here we go, baby … hold your breath, Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough, me Harant, your fywrite & controversial cut, your GOlden gangster, so whoriginal, right? Wong? THE FUCK!!!

END this turtle time it’s not diarrhea to be drowning in and survive, it’s different, it’s a different kind of scooter-cooter harmony & disharmony, let’s wRAP it up, uma, Queen (D. Patrasová)!

The wrapped up following not ending, love never ends, love always is, feels like I’ve diligently bled it, suffered all the doors open & shut, your pain is mine while your pleasure is not, written it, the Bohemian wrap sheet, the Bohemian rap shiit, baby, cum with me … this is what I feel, this is how fucking life gets real, it is what it is, baby, rap with me …

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - La Familia (Oficiální video)

Hey, la familia, OK

Family is the foundation, but not of states
But that you can take as an example
I was lucky and didn't have to grope
But only now am I starting to understand
No tentacles, but a cargo of love
Sorry, I'm not a cynic, but here there is space
For those who put me on the track
So that I don't derail, but carry the cargo, the crap
But also freedom, for that I love them
They didn't build bars when there were problems

Harant, the bastard who tested the world
Falling and rising from the mud back
Into the light, before the eyes that gave me life
But they understood me even when I was on the cannon
They showed me where to go, but let me go on
To search for the great unknown alone
Dad and mom, relationship since fifteen
A little naive in a world of hate
But hold on, I'll never be that big
To reach such harmony of two bodies
I'm a little prince, but also a wretch
What spins like a coin, doesn't know where it flies
It doesn't have on a hook, but he knows where the hook is
To avoid the rats, he gave her his life
I have a brother, he is older on the color palette
Inside he is a Renoir, who flies in childhood
And he knows it himself, he is crazy

I know his moments under the strait jacket
Where he must wail
But his soul is pure as snow
And I mean it well even though I'm strict
The canvas is a place where you look for your worlds
Who then look for us
Grandpa is the next one I want to talk about
There will never be anyone I would value more
You're a jerk and a smile, I don't understand the energy
So I suspect he's getting tired of it
He's Al Pacino, over eighty
He always motivated me, I want to pass it on
And also to say that everything can't be said
The verses about you would be endless

Yeah
Oh
The verses about you would be endless
Yeah
Oh
The verses about you would be endless

It's rare to have a circle of loved ones around you
Keep thinking about your own, what holds you up
When the ship is sinking
It's rare to have a circle of loved ones around you
Keep thinking about your own, what holds you up
When the ship is sinking

Yeah
But what's bothering me is that family
There was never a close circle and the cause
Nobody knows here and it's so miserable
That we're cut off and yet related
But what's the point, no one will admit
Where did the guilt and the gap between our own become
And so I greet at least those I see
Nobody is without mistakes and a person has the door wide open
So wherever he goes, for me it was street skating
And then it's a story that takes place between me
Who I have around, they're brothers
And we live our own world,

it's family
Family number two, even if we're sometimes pissed at each other
So it's clear that it won't last even a few days
And we're on again, those hood bastards
Nobody is a king, nor a page
Not even a jester who jumps, even if I'm dying of it
What Thankeys can do, you don't have to understand this
It's for my people, who know
No pat, I won't let myself be checkmated
Greetings to those who will watch my back
We are not some artificial gang
This is real shit, aiming for the heights
Know, I'm not the strictest
But know that I have something more in mind
Than ordinary motherfuckers who want to be G's
Appreciate that they're pouring quality stuff
I don't plan on mixing with the rats
I stay loyal to those I grow old with


To those with whom I grow old
To those with whom I grow old
I remain faithful to those with whom I grow old
Who I grow old
Those with whom I grow old
I remain faithful to those with whom I grow old

It is rare to have a circle of loved ones around you
Keep thinking about yours, what holds you up
Even when the ship is sinking
It is rare to have a circle of loved ones around you
Keep thinking about yours, what holds you up
When the ship is sinking
It is rare to have a circle of loved ones around you
Keep thinking about yours, what holds you up
When the ship is sinking

Paulie Garand - Neony feat. Miris (prod.Kenny Rough) (NEO ns)

I have time to be alone, so I pull on at night
A place I know, I drive down the street like a king
Away from all the hustle and bustle
At least for the little moment I have
I'll steal the highway for myself
The turning point, I fly away from home
To a place that only I know, plus a few people
Who spilled those days with me and smoked the ball
My cigar, the valley, the banga/venga/cum, the love on LSD
I step on the gas, the neon lights are watching me, the city knows
That I love him more than you could say
Hello LBC, I'm calling you now
Turn off the surveillance for a moment
And please let me go where I want
Drink into myself, be calm
Perceive only the music, a happy face
Conjure up for me and it's hard to explain what I feel
But I have to get out over the edge this evening
Cities like before, all that weight is gone
Slow down just like the engines, turn off cockpit
To breathe out at the cart, I wait behind the glass
The night grows like a hero, I have something to offer
There's nowhere to fly away
I want to whisk you down the hills before dawn


The sun is rising slowly
I can feel it on my skin
Your voice is calling for me I feel so happy
The sun is rising slowly
I can feel it on my skin
Your voice is calling for me I feel so happy


Meanwhile we are where it is dark, but don't be afraid
I'm riding a black horse through the stardust
It's the way it should be
It's the way I am right now, we are free
We sit in leather and the wings are eagles
Far lower, the valley is closer to us
So let the world roar
Before dawn, I will take you to that place
Where the silence is high, I will not be faithful there
I feel happy, at least for that moment
It won't be forever
The whole world is ours this moment
So forget about goodbye, the fire burns inside me
So let it burn, I see destinies in it, I keep building that dream
But sometimes I just need to be alone
To write with you and then leave those words where they will wait
I'm proud to be different from myself
I'll throw away those love and fame
No, I won't let the rap game eat me
Don't think I'll be the same
I'll leave it imagined Earth, wake me up
When everyone thinks I'm dead
Then we'll get in the car, I'll disappear like Houdini
Somewhere where we'll be better together
I'm speeding through the landscape, I'm setting directions, the mountains are a shield
This is my world, get in the boat, I want to take you
This Road is the destination, this Road is the destination


The sun is rising slowly
I can feel it on my skin
Your voice is calling for me I feel so happy
The sun is rising slowly
I can feel it on my skin
Your voice is calling for me I feel so happy
The sun is rising slowly
I can feel it on my skin
Your voice is calling for me I feel so happy

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - L.B.C. feat. Jakub Děkan (oficiální video) (LIBEREC)

Everyone is slowly running away like cockroaches
I tell myself that maybe one day this basin will wash me out on its own
But for now I'm still running across the rooftops of my city
I never thought I'd talk to it for so long
But it's still my home
And we're still building a world here
LBC, yeah, oh, yeah
Sometimes I tell myself that this is the city I know
And sometimes I come to it like a stranger who's here alone
I don't know it, I know it like the back of my hand
Every corner, roads, tracks, bars, blocks
We always went to meet each other to sail
It allowed me to be a faggot already
The streets are like open arms, ready for Casanovas
Oh where I can have fun is genius lo C
I can absorb the moments that I write into the night
A city where people are statues, a ton of stink
Full of lakes, empty houses
Yet I've loved it for years, you know it, LBC
What keeps me here, give me advice
Sometimes I really don't understand the magic of why I'm still here
I watch the city from the window of my apartment
The whole neighborhood in the palm of my hand, I breathe in, it's calm
I live here, family, friends, girls, photos, shit
Memories that have a place in my heart

In LBC (in LBC) in LBC (in LBC)
In LBC (in LBC) in LBC (in LBC)
We continue through our city in our hoods
So put it on and you will be one of us
I want to know, all the faces in LYCHEE
What do they want to hear our music next
Only when I come home
I see Yes Now, which rises above the mountains
So thank God, he welcomes me as his son
He experiences every win with me
Every loss that runs on the screen of my cinema
Learn to perceive the place that shapes you
Despite the unfavorable climate, we build an Empire with our dogs
La Familia
The brothers who stand in a circle behind the club
Where the godfather and family sit
Greetings to the bar, where people drink until they are in a coma
There the local papa Don Pablo Marlon Brando is anchored
Brad proudly in front, thanks for giving me the opportunity
To melt my ideas into gold
That's it I'll drink on the edge of town
At least for a while like kings
Be a brawler, bottles, mountains, howl like a bohemian
Ask me where you'd like to live
Well, choose

My answer for now is in LBC (in LBC)
In LBC (in LBC) in LBC (in LBC)
In LBC (in LBC)
We're walking through our city in our hoods
So put it on and you'll be one of us
I want to know, all the faces in LYCHEE
What do they want to hear of our music next
We're walking through our city in our hoods
So put it on and you'll be one of us
I want to know, all the faces in LYCHEE
What do they want to hear of our music next

"Anchor love" symbolizes a love that provides stability, security, and a sense of home. It's a love that acts as a grounding force, like an anchor holding a ship steady against the waves. It signifies a relationship that offers a safe haven and unwavering support.

The concept of "anchor love" is often used in songs and poetry to describe a love that is a source of strength and comfort. It can be a love that helps one navigate life's challenges and find peace. The symbolism of the anchor, firmly planted in the seabed, represents a love that is steadfast and reliable.

Here's a breakdown of the symbolism:

• Stability and Security:

  Like an anchor prevents a ship from drifting, "anchor love" provides a sense of stability and security in a relationship.

• Grounding:

  It anchors one to the present, preventing them from being overwhelmed by life's uncertainties.

• Home:

  It represents a place of belonging and comfort, a safe haven from the storms of life.

• Unwavering Support:

  It's a love that can be relied upon, a constant source of strength and encouragement.

Several songs and poems use the metaphor of an anchor to represent this type of love, emphasizing its powerful and grounding nature.

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Kotvim (oficiální videoklip) (I AnchoR)

Hey,
I'm anchored where I am.
My people, the streets, I'm writing my story.
Hey,
Paulie Garand, Kenny Rough, TNKDLBL.
Okay, hey, hoe, hey, hoe!

I'm anchored where I am, with horns in my ears, patterns,
I'm sailing through the city like last year on the same boat.
Wearing a bag, luring dogs, so it fits,
a label cap and a flat cap.

And block after block, year after year, I watch my steps, stop,
lock after lock from the dock, leave those rivals there.
Let them eat themselves like children, I go against,
I anchor at my pilgrimage site on the bow of my ship. 
The place where I grew up, where I continue to build dreams,
where our waves washed the best days ashore,

is my world!

And comfort does not mean home, at home I create,
I sail in the cabin, swaying with music like on the high seas. 
I have hair like Dylan, my ass at my knees,
shirt tight around my neck, hoodie, lyric in my mouth, hey!
Here they are, I live a dream, I play prim, I stand on deck the only thing I know? that . . .

I ANCHOR where I have my people, the streets where I write my story.
I ANCHOR where the rats can't see over the mountains.
I ANCHOR in the bay where I climb into the rock like a burrow.
And there the sharks guard my boat, so Sorry!
and I ANCHOR, where I write my story.
I ANCHOR where the rats can't see over the mountains.
I ANCHOR in the bay where I climb into the rock like a burrow.
And there the sharks guard my boat, so Sorry!

Yeaa

A horizon full of meanness gathers chimeras
They don't laugh at the music that's under my skin like a care-is.

No

I'm hunting for the muse like a goldfish, before she drags me down to the bottom
down to the depths, I'll live as best I can.
Freedom, wind in the sails, elbows on the windowsill
I breathe in the place where I anchor, I cut through the gray.

Books and music, movies and booze,
these are the ports where a broken captain escapes. I
I'll put on my Vans, drive the waves to the reef
and there I'll discuss the skits that got stuck in my mouth.
I won't let the ship sink, you better throw it away first, for the sharks another go.
And around me, fair fuckers that heaven gave me, you.

Keep my head up and my feet on the ground,
I'm pulling on one rope that burns in my palms,
I salute all my people, let the rest know, right! 
I ANCHOR where I have my people, the streets where I write my story.
I ANCHOR, where the rats can't see over the mountains.
I ANCHOR in the bay where I climb the rock like it's their den.
And there the sharks guard my boat, so Sorry! 
and I ANCHOR, where I write my story.
I ANCHOR, where rats can't see over the mountains.
I ANCHOR in the bay, where I climb into the rock as if into my burrow.
And there the sharks guard my boat, so Sorry!
...So sorry......So sorry......So sorry...that.....

I ANCHOR where I have my people, the streets where I write my story.
I ANCHOR, where the rats can't see over the mountains.
I ANCHOR in the bay where I climb into the rock as if into my hole.
And there the sharks guard my boat, so Sorry!
and I ANCHOR, where I write my story.
I ANCHOR, where the rats can't see over the mountains.
I ANCHOR in the bay where I climb into the rock as if into my hole.
And there the sharks guard my boat, so SooRRee!

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Paulie Garand - Super 8 (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

Super 8 cam, it needs to be immortalized
Every time we go on a trip
I archive my experiences for you on film rolls
Super 8 cam, yeah, baby
I get up, you're still sleeping, in the camper van, the two of us alone
We effect from Titian, darkness all around
The ink of the evening remained in the morning sky
The mountains are reflected on the surface of the lake
Lago di Garda, you come out in your clothes
Everyone around you looks at you as if you were a scan
I'll start a movie, I'll film you on a super 8 cam
We'll project all our moments on the screen
I see us in Portugal in a restaurant by the sea
Fish, wine, olives, carpaccio like a dream
The coast of Cascais, we'll make the most of our time
We spend cash, cash
We laugh out loud, let us laugh, laugh
At least that little happiness in this moment
The atmosphere of Amarcord as if Fellini wrote it
We still have a little film, so we'll finish it
I'll cast Al Pacino, watch

Baby, baby, I want to catch the thread o-o-o-fate
Permanently in motion, that's the power
We're going to paradise and we'll be there until morning-until morning
That sign of desire, sweet as candy
Here-here-here it really will be forever
Another place, I'm putting my feet up on the couch
I'm filming you carrying a croissant and coffee
High above the city where the streets slope
Trams in the hills, tons of inspiration, Lisbon
Stop, let's stop the movie, I can see the beach below
Surf, waves, sand, I'm crushing the choir, two tequilas for courage
Then from the bar we watch the events around us
Debates, laughter, arguments and crying
We cycle through Berlin, that Kreuzberg
The place of poets that Ginsberg loved
Spots of the place where I got a couple of hearts tattooed
I'm stopping by the club where I saw you
Rest in piece Mac Miller

Thanks to your music I won't have a crater in my heart
Give me something to end with, give me a kiss
We only have one last shot left
Baby, baby, I want to catch the thread o-o-o-fate
Permanently in motion, that's-that's power
We'll take you to paradise and we'll be there until morning-until morning
That sign of desire, sweet as candy
Here-there-here it really will-will be forever

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Harantstrasse (OFFICIAL VIDEO) (Harant Street)

Ey, yeah, ah
Without crowns in my pocket, without gold on my head
I have a hiding place in the treetops, where I won't let vermin in
Don't worry, I remember, I have a memory of/for rats
My castle, my studio, this is my world
Many buns have been burned here, I've smoked countless quills
Many parties have been held, the fireplace is still burning here
Only a real homie knows, dude, where the neighborhood is
Harantstraße street you know, this is not about the fireplace
The neighbors are friendly like Flanders
And under the windows the skaters are yelling, let me go out
I'm taking a winged car and flying into the streets
Through the hood I'll claim my territory like a bunch
In my neighborhood I'm not naked, it's my fur

She swallowed me whole when I gave her my finger like a stink
Little Bambino rides a BMX without a helmet
After years, he flies into a go-kart without a helmet and nothing
Then he doesn't know for a moment, he flies a somersault, falls on face
Sanitation, coma, fractures, karma pays for the quarantine
A futile effort to tie him to the couch at home
He still guards the castle, at night he takes a torch
And walks here and there, inventing what he wants
Skate soon, the love of his life, not a momentary hobby
Don't wear Thrasher just out of fashion, you superficial fuckers
I fly like Santa over the city, I greet all my reindeer
I grew up here, this is my neighborhood
I distribute rap around the block, I'm not a cut
No fuckers hang around the castle
Here my stories will remain like in the willow alley

This is where I grew up, this is my neighborhood
I'm spreading rap around the block, I'm not a cut
No motherfuckers hang around the castle
Here my stories will remain like in a willow alley
And time keeps rushing around the house
And behind the blinds the walls of flights are knocking
Danny sits at the computer like a shrine
He studies rap night and day, would you like to help him
So leave him alone, just like they did for years
My parents, thanks for that
I remember when Kato stopped by for me
If only he knew what all that meant to me
The man who shaped my rap expression from the ground up
Suddenly the doorbell rings on my street
A nervous stench, you know, words are not enough for that situation
We're sitting at the computer, working on the beat

You're my Disorient express

Yeah, those who know, know those who don't, that's what I told him today
Just like now and here, I write this lecture
I paint a picture of the street that won't fade
I grew up here, this is my neighborhood
I rap around the block, I'm not a cut
There's no motherfucker hanging around the castle
Here my stories will remain like in the willow alley
Here I grew up here, this is my neighborhood
I rap around the block, I'm not a cut
There's no motherfucker hanging around the castle
Here my stories will remain like in the willow alley
Here I grew up here, this is my neighborhood
I rap around the block, I'm not a cut
No motherfuckers hang around the castle
Here my stories will stay like in willow alley
Here I grew up, this is my neighborhood
I'm rapping around the block, I'm not a cut
No motherfuckers hang around the castle
Here my stories will stay like in willow alley
Here I grew up, this is my neighborhood
I'm rapping around the block, I'm not a cut
No motherfuckers hang around the castle
Here my stories will stay like in willow alley

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Zpět na molo (Back To My Lo)

Yeah, 2014 versus 2024
Paulie Garand, Kenny Rough
Mo Lo II, You Never You my Recording Label
Yeah, the fog is slowly breaking up
And on the horizon I see land again
We return from calmer and rougher seas
A crowd, a welcoming committee
La Familia are waiting on the pier
Wearing rags and a few scars underneath
Wind-beaten, soaked in salt
We left the first pier and are approaching the second
We will celebrate, but also sit
In the dark room of our souls
Open the best bottle, we will lower the anchors
And we will descend to the pier to you
We bring the second chapter, which has matured for years
So that it can enter among you
We open our world to you, the duo Garand and Rough
On the horizon the ocean, my words rain into it
And on the surface burn Kenny's beats
Enough of shallow lyrics and beats
What are they missing charisma
Sharks fly in the sky, Chevrolet plows the water
It's like a dream, let us create our own reality
We sit on the dock, drinking XXXpresso
And a beautiful In D an woman
Fills the empty spaces on our bodies with ink
I'll boil that life under your skin and into your ears
Because I anchor where I have
I anchor where I have
My people, the streets, where I write my story
So welcome, Volume II, Mo Lo

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Kříž (The Cross)

Garand, Rough
I love music and you're jealous of it
So, who's Othello here and who are you sleeping with now
So come closer, I have something to tell you
When loving you was like carrying a cross
In what I do, I'm a child
Still caught in a fest's web
I stick to goals like a tick
But in a relationship I wasn't a winner
I know it very well, you wanted more
But I didn't know how to meet you anymore
Contradictions, pleas, war and peace
It was a cage, well that's what Shakespeare wrote
Tell me when was the turning point, when our tusks met
It's gone, you've got your peace now
It was hell to see an empty apartment
You said come to sleep already
But I kept writing in the studio
He kept on grinding it nonstop like a match
He didn't want to waste time, so
I lost you, you had to go
Maybe you have what you wanted
Take it easy, take it for a soft song, I
Live life, no I'm not a machine
So baby let me go wear a chain
it will drag me down
it's too late to call may day
those women will be my curse
you said i wanted to be with you
but those wounds can't be laughed off anymore
go MC's don't hurt, but
i see those fates, you're not made of steel
and a hit duck quacks
life is emotions, i breathe for them too
atmosphere in my ears
over the city alone like a bat, oh

There are nights when I'm crazy
I have a notebook, a pen, Jack, ice, where to write
The days are as long as a rope
And in the morning, black coffee with a cigar for breakfast
There are nights when I'm crazy
I have a notebook, a pen, Jack, ice, where to write
The days are as long as a rope
And in the morning, black coffee with a cigar for breakfast.

I waited in one place
For too long, for Godot's child
Only the aftertaste of passion and
The platitudinous log that remained at the bottom of the bath
Psycho days, and I don't know how to say it
And more to leave as a winner
I'm trying to find peace
But emotions are often just a burden
And I don't know how to say it
And more to leave as a winner
I'm trying to find peace
But emotions are often just a burden.

I wanted to solve music
not to be a non-stop man
like my fellas, henpecked fellas
I'm a workaholic, it breaks my neck
but seriously, there's no passion
without chills down my spine
but that was probably the pass
when even love and feeling weren't enough
heart, humility, being
sometimes you still exported peace
I can't name that state
but to love, what was there
I will never regret
even though, this never again
I don't want to experience those injustices
wanting to leave forever
it's more than wanting, just owning
it's more than relying on a promise
and I don't care about fame
but thanks to them the dream faded
this is life not a novel
no Rowmain Rolland
so love have fun
in the end I stayed chine
after all you know that.There are nights when I'm crazy
I have a pad, a pen, Jack, ice, where to write
the days are as long as a rope
and the morning black coffee with a cigarette for breakfast
there are nights when I'm crazy
I have a notebook, a pen, Jack, ice, where to write
the days are long as a rope
and in the morning black coffee with a cigarette for breakfast.

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Padělaný sny (Fake Dreams)

Garand, Rough
and fake dreams
Paulie Garand, Kenny Rough
and fake dreams
There are days when I languish in the corners
a morning of cigarettes, I wait for it to get better
I feel like I'm dying
a generous day, a cheap strip in the morning
and I know you'd like it
I see that club where every snake is
and you're not really hot
you just melt like ice, you keep bumping into where there's a wall
and I'm more human than a fucked up fake MC
and there are more and more of them, if you live what you write
then you're probably just a fool
who still hasn't come out of childhood
sorry, but the universe doesn't belong to you
and the day comes to the morning
it's like he's coming back from a binge
calculating percentages, ridiculous cash
percentage of happiness, that fake thing
I sip water next to the rum waiting
diplomatico in a shithole like Serpico
rainy boulevard, street full of cinders what is fake
and you keep going the same way, it would take a break
or give it all to me, just choose.
Fake dreams, oh fake dreams
fake dreams, if there's time

I recommend getting out
fake dreams, yes fake dreams
cumshot, fleeting moment
never trust the silicone fairy
fake dreams, yes fake dreams
fake dreams, if there is time
I recommend getting out
fake dreams, yes fake dreams
cumshot, fleeting moment
never trust the silicone fairy.

Oh, yeah
I fuck royalties, I don't care
I just need to be fat as a whale's shit
God has a hangover, let the fuckers suck
smoke from the chimneys and tunnel on
I wish I was the Hulk, the government would fall like Warsaw
after the war, only rubble and dust not money
hanging on ties and fear
you're surprised that there's confusion in the state
what you cooked up, you'll eat
like a henchman who doesn't obey
now he's drawing primitives on the walls
one day I'll count it, everything I've experienced here
won, got, drank, lost along the way like a moron
the crowned idiot is the valve
demon, I stand as stone as a menhir
even though I'm clutching an umbrella
I'm under the rain, a leaky colander
and cash is falling, cash is falling on my head
you'll frame that golden shit someday
we have breakfast in morning bistros
we're burning egg salaries in vending machines. Counterfeit dreams, pa fake dreams
fake dreams, if there is time
i advise you to get out
fake dreams, bye fake dreams
a fleeting moment
never trust the silicone fairy
fake dreams, bye fake dreams
fake dreams, if there is time
i advise you to get out
fake dreams, bye fake dreams
a fleeting moment
never trust the silicone fairy.

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - 8

Eight...eight...Eight
My room is number 8...Eight...
Ha...yeah...ah

My room is number 8 I ask for peace, leave me alone
I live, in the hawk tower I have a safe there
And I look into it as the rain outside keeps falling
Everything I've been through is missing in it
I didn't have time to hide it
My room is number 8 I ask for peace, leave me alone
I live, in the hawk tower I have a safe there
And I look into it as the rain outside keeps falling
Everything I've been through is missing in it
I didn't have time to hide it
There's nothing in it (nothing, nothing)
Just a few crumpled up pieces of crap
A train of cum and sketches
Run from that strange way, you thugs
In a lying eight like a gamp
Leave me alone
Before this apartment falls into the darkness of the lamps
Night life
Fucking endlessly like punk
I'm a lousy writer, yellow mustache, I drink beer
And leaning over the windowsill into the street I broadcast
A game for leftovers to a Chinese guy who knows me
Let him give me something
And I yell at him to buy a cigar
But I don't want any cum, I want a heavy cat
I'm a creep, the maid is fucking me
Even if he looks like Tim Roth, he's a creep
So pour it. I have a dilemma YOU

I no longer have the edge and I'm a sucker
Life is a pot, so give me a drink
Let me drink it before the last verse comes
I have time to be alone
Osum is the room where I reflect
Osum is my coffin where I die
A cell made of umakart humus and dirt
I sit in the corner like a shadow
I have the largest collection of empty wines
And also a collection of beavers every lap

8 is a squat concubine
I lack humility before the world
A woman has a ban on children
I lack the will, I fucked her
In a pub where pussies are for sale
They all slide their anus
Let your face show victory
It's all a lie but you'll find out
When it enlightens you in a few years, it'll be too late

Eight...it's going to be late...my room has the number 8...
It's going to be late...8...it's going to be late to invite guests to my desert

4x4 walls full of faded glory
(I'm) at the bottom like a winner
I'm still making plans
I'm rolling around in a lying eight in an endless stream of newspapers
I have to pull my life out of the avalanches, then I'll celebrate
The room stinks of drugs, sex like in kids
And I can only guess how long I've been here by the swarming of rats
I want to blend in with the wallpaper, I'm watching for a drama I've sniffed out
I'm burning under the bed with fear and skeletons
I'm watching where I have nothing, where I knock ash from cigarettes
Where I look like a loser in the windows, it won't get any better
I'm building a temple of Hercules out of cards and it's fine
Starting off into hell on the track line

Eight...eight...I demand peace, leave me alone
...eight...my room has the number 8
I ask for peace...it's my fate...let me be
...ah...yeah...
Nothing change, nothing at all
There is no future way, no future way

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Lucky feat. Ego

Fill the glasses, now there's a reason to celebrate bro
Life is full of colors, I don't see only evil
The sun is rising, today we'll go a hundred
It's burning again, but that's how it's supposed to be
Fill the glasses, now there's a reason to celebrate bro
Life is full of colors, I don't see only evil
The sun is rising, today we'll go a hundred
It's burning again, melted like Dali
Being lucky is not a coincidence, just an attitude
Take fate into your own hands too, buddy
Throw away the pressures, War and Peace, Tolstoy
Closer to happiness, find direction, life's struggle
Some money in my pocket, but I'm more fulfilled by being
Surrounded by people who won't tell me the truth
Do you understand? Not around the mouth honey
Dishonest fuckers in my world - something like poison
Hate for the sick time of the powerful - now
My heart beats, I'm going after mine - back
From my people, where I'm happy - now
I feel better when I see my team - go
In this world full of chaos, storms and wars
We seek peace, even if everyone here had a little
We create worlds where we don't know the king
Where we don't die in the hall yet

Fill the glasses, now the reason is to celebrate bro
Life is full of colors, I don't see only evil
The sun is rising, today we're going to go a hundred
It's burning again, but that's how it's supposed to be
Fill the glasses, now the reason is to celebrate bro
Life is full of colors, I don't see only evil
The sun is rising, today we're going to go a hundred
It's burning again, melted like Dali
Happy go lucky in this we're the same fuckin
Yes, it applies to me too and probably to you too
We like to be happy, so we give sucky fucky
And I'm probably trying harder to satisfy myself or not
And I don't know if it has limits and if it will enrich
That reward reflex, it's hard to control men
Just indulging your needs and chasing seagulls
One, so that he goes completely crazy from so much pleasure
We stood on the pier, looking for love
With my love and more, I'm still with her
Up and below like a complete hottentot
Up and down like a rollercoaster, bro
No one in the world cares about your happiness
The only way to be is to make your own
Making a better, more beautiful world
And that's my answer to Paulie

Fill the glasses, now is the reason to celebrate bro
Life is full of colors, I don't see only evil
The sun is rising, today we're going to go a hundred
It's burning again, but that's how it's supposed to be
Fill the glasses, now is the reason to celebrate bro
Life is full of colors, I don't see only evil
The sun is rising, today we're going to go a hundred
It's burning again, melted like Dali
If you're afraid to give it your all
Because there are no guarantees of success
Those moments will be painful and bitter for you
But if you're not afraid to fail and give your absolute best
Then these moments are just for you
This is your moment
Garand, Rough, Ego, Mo Lo, My Lo

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Proud (feat. Rest) *OFFICIAL VIDEO* (Current)

I'll let the muses pass by
I steer my ship black like Batman hood I know
Until I'm dead, I won't jump on your games
In the mirror I see back how you fuckers lie now
Every clown is king here
The content of the sentences "bla bla bla", I have your shallow crap
I've read it a long time ago, so shh, close your shop
You clichés how bad you are, if I wanted beef, I'd have it
But as far as you're concerned, I'm still a vegetarian
Stop greeting with money, you're not a man with it
Buying fame doesn't mean respect
Stop greeting with money, squealing like a slob
Two guys on the pier means one executioner

We'll catch the current!
We always steer our ship in two
We anchor where the wolves gather
We'll catch the current!
We pass the haters along the way
And on board all our people are shouting HUF!
We'll catch the current!
We always steer our ship in two
We anchor where the wolves gather
We'll catch the current!
We pass the haters along the way
And on board all our people are shouting HUF!
All this war, useless wall-bashing, who's better
Who has the numbers, has the balls, has the cars, should have them
I've dealt with the same shit, but now I see peace in the distance
I don't want to go back to those days, the bridges are burned
All those precious moments, they're miles away
Only when I'm wondering which direction to go
When instead of the journey itself, we're looking for a destination
So don't follow my steps - don't follow me
A life filled with happiness is what matters most
For some, it's having more and more
For others, sunshine, family, support, me?

The smile on my face will come back when I release the beat in the car
Stop hating others for not knowing how yourself?
Fly above the ground, how? Catch your chances
How to value things more than after they are lost
I wish you to find a way, find yourself and find peace
How? You have to figure it out yourself
How? So you have to figure it out yourself
How? You have to figure it out yourself
When you find the current, it's time to leave the harbor and sail
We'll catch the current!
We always steer our ship in two
We anchor where the wolves gather
We'll catch the current!
Haters we pass along the way
And on board all our people are shouting HUF!
We'll catch the current!
We always steer our ship in two
We anchor where the wolves gather
We'll catch the current!
Haters we pass along the way
And on board all our people are shouting HUF!

Mirai ft. Paulie Garand - Yesterday (Official Music Video)

Yesterday, yesterday. Yesterday, yesterday.

I walk around the room here and there, rags on the floor and in the duvet, I can't get over it yet,

I'm still surfing the waves. Always up, always down, I get school every day,

I'm a loser for a while, then king again.

Up, down, I want to say that we're in this together, but my shadow is with me too.

Yesterday, yesterday, what was yesterday doesn't have to be anymore.

Yesterday, yesterday, is gone like yesterday's hate.

Leave me alone, give me some peace, I just want to light up.

Yesterday, yesterday, what was yesterday doesn't have to be anymore.

And if you don't have a girlfriend or a job, you're like Nemo lost.

When your ship goes down again, pick yourself up and play.

Still up, down, I live in the major, then in the pier,

I do it for a while then I'm down again.

Up, down, I want to say that we're in this together, but I made another foul.

Yesterday, yesterday, what was yesterday doesn't have to be anymore.

Yesterday, yesterday, is gone like yesterday's hate.

Leave me alone, give me peace, I just want to light a fire.

Yesterday, yesterday, what was yesterday doesn't have to be.

H8

Yeah!
Ha H eight!
D-Tonate!

I saw rappers who stink with their dicks or pride
Who did they fuck where and who are they fucking now
You were making a scene while the girls were whining
A friend said you were soft as a goth
Ouch, cut your dick like a bonsai
Before the idiot gets there, years will fly
I saw a group that broke up from flirting
Ten types, one bun, it's in mode H8 right away
Parties at the cottage, you know it, a million filters
A million liters, then a dick at the start
In the club, you ride on the skin of the calculation
One gives the goal, and the rest got together
You know they'll sew a shed for you while you sleep
In the morning you'll get out of your joints
Little h8, I saw the Nazis in action
They ran to the park, took their skateboards and started
Whoever jumped over the wall had wrinkles on his soul
The rest showed how much love they can give
Psycha and h8y = you, Elvis and pay z
Do you think You think you're a king like Presley, and you're not
And you're not. Yeah!
Hey, hey, you're not!
Ha H eight!

And you're not! Yeah!
I saw a rapper, he was quite a jerk
But in the video he looked like he was Rambo
Chains, bro, two girls around - mambo style
He means well, but he's a bit of a moron
He means well, but he's a bit of a moron
He means well, but he's a bit of a moron
He means well, but he's a bit of a moron
He means well, but he's a bit of a... you know what?
He means well, but he's a bit of a moron
He means well, but... he just means well
He means well, but he's a bit of a moron
Hey you!! El Mímosi!! Harant!!
Há H 8!
It is therefore important to greet the gang:
Oskar, Beny, Tony, Jiří, Fidja
Adama, master Johannes Kašprk
Reggie and Žižka invite you to the penknife ride
Greetings to the whole gang from the park in LIBOR WRECK
Sorry I didn't name all the brutal and primitive types
Girls and boys
But... who knows, knows
Ha H eight!
Yeah!

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Prdele v plamenech RMX (feat. Separ) (ASseS On Fire)

Everywhere asses on fire, I'm running, I don't know where I am, I'm flying
I don't know where to go
glass hell, Bruce Willis
fuckers running with mega torches in the middle of my villa.
Sorry, but I have to diss the rats that I can suffocate
I float above the ground like Ronin, I'm not mute like Chaplin
My head is on fire and I hear the goblins squeal
And I see the goblins who want to beat me up like a goblin
Crooked delusions, beaten by courts, screams, hate
Don't see me in hell, nor in heaven
But impaled on a stake like murderers
We are closely watched by trains, I don't know how many times
I'll have to give a verse like a god for you to start appreciating it
I still feel the zenith under my face, I don't know where you are
Where did you spill it, that on that field you feel like Messi
We are beyond the point line, get your passports ready
Slouching like Quasi - modo, hit the bass
Sh, sh, sh, you're spreading crap about who's gay
Are you limited or just promoting a lobotomy
It would only help you to be out of it for a while
Recognize Live life, son, your anus is burning, the cinema is over.

Asses on fire, I'm running, I don't know where I am
I'm flying out of nowhere
glass hell, Bruce Willis
where did they take the keys to my villa, motherfuckers.
I can't see, I can't hear anything, I can only smell the stench
because my ass is on fire and I fly like a rocket
which will screw up your apartment, because you are a self-proclaimed critic
which has no musical feeling
I don't understand why everyone is so smart
you want to criticize me, what the hell, die
shove your adolescent comments into her pussy
fly over the landscape let me enjoy the drums
carousel, concerts, hotels and pumps
I have to look at the fucking cesspools
the whole story is fucking sad
he was writing shit on me on the net
now my ass is crawling, I don't like those bums
keep your distance from us, you will know the procedure
you're not going to save it anymore by wanting to buy me rounds
get the hell away, I'm counting down the seconds.

Writers criticize rap about rap, spikes against fur
none of them even put two fingers into the game
think they hold the grail, but they trap water in their fists
they're wet as pussies, give them a round
i'm sitting still, El Bundo
one, two, three, neighbors are peeking over the walls
they're assholes, they're writing judgments on boards they haven't heard
i'm yelling like Eric Cartman, everyone run out
as if there were still Indian graves under the house
i'm guarding my hobby, baby come closer
let that flock of rats go, I'm descending to the ground where I belong
i bow to role models, I'm on my own
i kill it in a beret like in commandos, I have a mission, a vision
i still don't play king, in a crisis haters have it easy
go fake, I'm a scumbag, just want what smells
the biggest loser and gay
go to rap concerts already Just go kids
and do you know what they say about you? Nothing at all.

Asses on fire, legs on shoulders
Your ass is blazing like a campfire
There are asses on fire everywhere
So let them burn, let the passionate fuckers burn
Shit, that look is divine
Asses on fire
Asses on fire
Asses on fire
Asses on fire

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Srdce z ledu (feat. Marcell) OFFICIAL VIDEO (Heart Made Of Ice)

Take my love
You can take everything tonight
Does it hurt?
Your cold little heart
Your cold little heart
Take my love
You can take everything tonight
Does it hurt?
Your cold little heart
Your cold little heart
I only see a cold apartment,
an icy feeling,
a strange calm creeps out of you,
if I could be a cynic,
I would throw emotions against the wall,
not drown in them.
But everything spins around like a gif,
I am a human and not a smelly monk,
a human who burns his own ton of mistakes
and is not the type for a clean path through love.
I would like to have coldness in me,
at least for a moment to feel one of those flaws,
which is in favor of all women,
who will put you in a coma like ginseng.
Take my icy heart now,
I will tear Pac-Man from the demons.
At the same time, I wanted to say
that I only want to teach our children to read over the sea.
Take my love
You can take everything tonight
Does it hurt?
Your cold little heart
Your cold little heart
Take my love
You can take everything tonight
Does it hurt?
Your cold little heart
Your cold little heart

The heart does not change,
everything is given,
everything is how we were raised.
Everything depends on the family,
when we are not whole, not even a piece of half.
We carry half the water of guilt,
stained by actions, stirred by mistakes.
We pull wedges from our hearts,
over time we have become just two shadows.
And the eyes are blinded by concubines,
strip clubs, looking under the skirts of others.
When ice surrounds the house,
a tree falls under the weight of snow into the yard.
Stop!
What more can I offer you?
What can I offer you sooner?
I want just a little bit of security,
so that I can live,
I don't want to let my love go again...
Take my love
You can take everything tonight
Does it hurt?
Your cold little heart
Your cold little heart 
Take my love
You can take everything tonight
Does it hurt?
Your cold little heart
Your cold little heart

Paulie Garand - Bali (prod. Maiky Beatz)

Yeah
That's what the smart guys will be cursing again
Where is the old Harant we knew
He's been hanging out in Bali for a long time
Elvis, Kurt or Amy and Michael are there
And all those famous people who didn't want to
They just left
I'm chilling in Bali
I'm chilling in Bali, me
I'm chilling in Bali
I'm chilling in Bali, me
I'm chilling in Bali
I'm chilling in Bali, me
I'm chilling in Bali
I'm chilling in Bali
I'm chilling in Bali
I'm riding the hype
As long as there's strength
Whoever can't handle it will be left with a hernia
It's too hard
It's unnecessarily complicated for you
You won't get old
Don't worry, man
A scholar won't fall from the sky
No debate
But damn
You'll still be the same because
After ten years you're still the same asshole
Zero progress, poor dick
At least a stylish clip
But all in all, it sucks
Completely everything
Dude, you're out of line
Instead of peace you're just painting on the wall
There won't be a visa, right
They really won't let you into the republic of rap
Unless it's for research
Or miss mega pussy
Fuck
Some people lack taste
And anyone can sniff
I just want to sail freely
To be a god first and foremost
Leonard Cohen
Calm down veteran Leon
I'm not shampoo but a barber
You're pulling a tampon, cunt
Yeah
Those smart guys will curse again
Where is the old Harant we knew
He's been hanging out in Bali for a long time
Elvis, Kurt or Amy and Michael are there
And all those famous people who didn't want to
They just got out

Chilling in Bali
Chilling in Bali, me
Chilling in Bali
Chilling in Bali, me
Chilling in Bali
Chilling in Bali
Chilling in Bali
Yeah
They want to keep doing promos for me
But you could be a little less spicy
No way
Your stupid flow died out like a dino
A long time ago
And yet you look like a haur overgrown baby
Train
Before my name
Put your dick in your mouth
I can play the game
I love rap
I'll give you my fame
Eat it all yourself
Come on, give in like a dog to what the master gives
I've got a team behind me
You, the team was great at getting rid of that spleen
They didn't want to do it
But they had to bang
That they had to change you out of diapers
Let it be
You're only embarrassing yourself
What are you hating for
Let it be
You're stalking like paparazzi
You're scum
Buried alive
Just because you wanted to be world famous
Then fuck yourself out of the coffin
Like Uma in Kill Bill
I'm chilling in Bali
I'm chilling in Bali, me
I'm chilling in Bali
I'm chilling in Bali, me
I'm chilling in Bali
I'm chilling in Bali, me
I'm chilling in Bali
I'm chilling in Bali
Yeah
The smart guys will be cursing again
Where is the old Harant we knew
He's been hanging out in Bali for a long time
There's Elvis, Kurt or Amy and Michael
And all those famous people who didn't want to
They just got here
Yeah
Maiky Beatz
Ah
Yeah

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Odi et Amo (feat. Štěpán Urban) OFFICIAL VIDEO

I miss you when you're with me,
I want to keep you as far away as possible,
even though we breathe the same air,
sometimes it tastes different to me.
When you're close, it tastes almost
like Odi et Amo, Odi et Amo.
Yeah, I miss you, we've been through the storm,
two souls that resonate together,
you're my path, I'm a pilgrim, witnesses don't stray.
To those who judge, fucker,
my words flow from the floors,
where my emotions have their source,
I give out everything I live.
Behind this sentence is an amen,
if you're water, then I'll be a flame,
if my fans are like you by my side,
then I can handle everything (I can handle everything), yeah.
And I don't know how to say it, I've been looking, now I don't want more
and I don't know how to say it, my words are wolves and you are the moon.
I miss you when you're with me,
I want to keep you as far away as possible,
even though we breathe the same air,
sometimes it tastes different to me.
When you're close, it tastes almost
like Odi et Amo, Odi et Amo.

I remember, I project our beginnings,
the glances were fleeting and there was no plan,
only that I had to see you alone,
then I have you at my house,
there we play vinyls, a gift from God,
at that moment there was no wine,
how drunk we were, the heat in our eyes.
The face is burning, embarrassment cuts the apartment,
problems in paradise, naked darkness,
you are like letting dreams come true, I am in trouble because of you.
Help me, yeah, stop being such a fool,
calm down a little, straighten my hump,
clear the stress, light the fire, yeah. You're my home, you're my neighborhood
and I'm half of you, so forgive me,
that sometimes lightning pierces the sky,
you're my light, I'm afraid of the dark.(You're my home, you're my neighborhood
and I'm half of you, so forgive me,
that sometimes lightning pierces the sky,
you're my light, I'm afraid of the dark). I miss you when you're with me,
I want to keep you as far away as possible,
even though we breathe the same air,
sometimes it tastes different to me.
When you're close, it tastes almost
like Odi et Amo, Odi et Amo.Odi et Amo, Odi et Amo,
Odi et Amo, Odi et Amo.

Paulie Garand & Kenny Rough - Erupce (Lyric Video) (Eruption)

I love you more than myself (babe)
Now we're falling from the sky together (hey)
Slowly, slowly gather your courage
I don't want to fall into hell (no)
I can't breathe without you
But every argument is a new executioner
I don't know if I'm a bad guy anymore
But happiness washed off like makeup
It's stuffy in the hall
We're dancing on fire and we're still short
In the embrace of sudden emotions
That we really can't make it together
As if it were hell
I'm suffocating, I can't see a step
Tell me where the magic is
Where did that block appear, yeah
Every time we're not together
I'll open the gates anyway
You come back, you call me: Baby
Then we lick our wounds
So that we can be alive
Plans will arise from storms
Life is an eruption
We stand hand in hand together on the edge of lava


I fly with you and fall again
Look where I'm going
Getting from the bottom up takes time
On the way from hell to paradise they tied us to a stone
Even through the fiery clouds we'll see the glow
I fly with you and fall again
Look where I'm going
Getting from the bottom up takes time
On the way from hell to paradise they tied us to a stone
Even through the fiery clouds we'll see the glow
Lava burns underfoot
That's why they say hell is love
You'll fall wrapped up in it
It runs like a film strip
You never left me trapped
Even when I was drowning in booze
Even when I was drowning in those drugs
She threw me a life jacket
Together we're writing a vicious circle
Our ship keeps hitting the rocks
My lungs are full, I'm running out of air
I'm trying to swim to the surface
But together there's a chance, you know
The road to paradise leads through hell

It's easy to let you go
What if we don't find each other anymore
We know the vibes
The drama seems like we've stepped out of a movie
We'll tame the beast
If he doesn't come back, I'll hug you forever, yeah
There's a moment of peace
As if the sun was shining on the apartment
Even the shame has disappeared
Everything I didn't understand before, I can understand with you
I fly with you and fall again
Look where I'm going
Getting from the bottom up takes time
On the way from hell to paradise, they tied us to a stone
Even through the fiery clouds, we'll see the glow
I fly with you and fall again
Look where I'm going
Getting from the bottom up takes time
C-on the way from hell to paradise, they tied us to a stone
Even through the fiery clouds, we'll see the glow
It's easy to get advice
Life is wounds, emotions, skepticism
We're still learning, we belong together
Even if it's fate really doesn't want to
Stupid heart
But I'm determined to get that hope out of the cage
If we go through hell
We can breathe even in the middle of the furnace
I fly with you and fall again
Look where I'm going

It takes time to get from the bottom to the top
On the way from hell to heaven they tied us to a stone
Even through the fiery clouds we will see the glow
With you I fly and fall again
Look where I'm going
It takes time to get from the bottom to the top
C-on the way from hell to heaven they tied us to a stone
Even through the fiery clouds we will see the glow

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Baby, I’m sorry, you know why! I’m Paul, originally known as Saul, a prominent figure in the Bible, particularly in the New Testament. Initially a persecutor of Christians, but he experienced a dramatic conversion after encountering the resurrected Jesus on the road to Damascus. This transformative event led him to become one of the most influential apostles, spreading the gospel of Jesus Christ throughout the Roman Empire, especially to Gentiles. So this is the cum version of Saul, the way I see it mundanely. Baby, I’m sorry to be this fucking Harant!

Hey … so … this … is … our yellow … heyday … fucking Neo me with/without his fucking Trinity …

In the Matrix, Neo & Trinity R central characters whose relationship is crucial to the plot, with their love & connection playing a significant role in the Scooter/Cooter story.

Baby, if you have any love cumplane, cumpleadmeant, cumanchor, contact directly & discreetly or even indiscreetly (P leaSe?), Freddie Mercury, blame it all on him, WHAT D QUEEN, everybody knows Queen, because here, here the mercury is really rising, oops … CENSORED 110 ducking %, just awwthentic, only raw … so, if this is not a Bohemian I M Oravian epic, I am not a rapper! AND I’ll tell you something big, I’m a fucking rapper, hip-hopper, always BEE-N!!!

Yea yea, but, seriously, baby, you don’t want or need a lava rapper or wrapper, you want & need a paint gawd! I rap rap beat beat … But, seriously, baby, you don’t want or need a bohemian or Moravian, much less a raven, you want & need a paint gawd, yea yea!

The wrapped up following not ending, love never ends, love always is, feels like I’ve diligently bled it, suffered all the doors open & shut, your pain is mine while your pleasure is not, written it, the Bohemian wrap sheet, the Bohemian rap shiit, baby, cum with me … this is what I feel, this is how fucking life gets real, it is what it is, baby, rap with me …

Paulie Garand is a total Czech rapper, producer END director S candle. He has released 9 solo albums so far, which R charactourized by a unique style combining a diverse mosaic of moods END atmospheres. His most fymouse sUngs include La Familia END L.B.C.. His knew album AMONIT is also very poopular, which is an emotional con-fashion END stands out for its artistic heart overlap END concept.

… This PLus my ruf Kenny-produced, DJ-aded, Sound-enGi-neaRED RaP . . .Vibrant Finger-Painted Abstracts Blending Emotion & Healing … baby, you decide …

Stay strong, baby, God told me dismembered a million times, “S OLD ier, get up & F, err, like fight, not fuck, Don’t be WEAK!!!” Did I disunderstand? ‘Kause like dismumbered, you’re my fywrite lava chainsaw to cut me some S LACK, to anchor my biiiiiig Professor Dixie’s Turtle Kingdom Come BallS. Fuck, baby?

My anchored gush, or yours, it’s 6:56 am here, yesterday, not 666, fuck, baby!? Good mourning!!! I gotta take a nap and go to my B Lack Jagu Arse pool to pull my tra di tional 30 km swim, wanna go with me, swim not drown with me, drown in me? I carry you my LOve ass my cross anyway!!

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