This comes out of the rag-tag Žižkov, the hood of Prague
Shine to navigate the tower shaded jungle
Where crews can′t hold all their anglesWith puny caliber spangles to protect loot from wrangles
Live off-odds seemingly at random
When you're trying to live out the Žiž fandom
Somebody so innocent is rarer than a panda
Which shows up self-raised vandals
Who ain′t buying pieces of your rambles
For mercy, they pay in lead
Quick, unscrew your head with steady six checking
Revolving faster than their gats' clapping to the rhythm
It forced out nothing 'cause their intestines are already flapping
To the red hot rapping
Just a prelude to hooded hoodlums assaulting your program
With raw grams of gore and pain
Too late to explain the maim that entered newblown gates
Like eardrums severed
Extra wide torn, withered
With some small slivers of substance so strong it offlines your liver
You quiver, as the night comes
The safe bars close and now what?
Late night bars is where it clots, scores of red dots
Docking lead in newfound crevasses on the block
Newfound hood never proving stock
But modified in eyes of dwellers
Who never wished for any hell which was better
Personalized with weeded grafittis, unneeded dog feces
Fat with forced squeezes, romantic evening breezes
Life ain′t ever that easy, when the hood wakes up to seizing
Everything from anybody for no reason
It still is pleasing to see some grieving
To balance out the fake positive thoughts
From that you ain′t gon' learn naught
Since you′ve been brought and wrought
Liver somewhere sunny to rot
Out your sense of balance in reality and so a hood so gritty
Needed to go up in it
To show the world that an impoverished way of living
Contains romance as it is, when part of a larger system
Not dismissed
As something invisible, it is sensible
That in overall lack of tangible, Žižkov will show you the true caliber
It will send targets flying
As soon as they start conspiring on some unsanctioned vialing
All the while the style that they compile would be vile
Because it would defile what the Žiž does to your mind
Comply and crawl back your safe alleys
Before an encounter in the cobble death-torn valley
There is no time to egress
Your blood flow will aggress
Because its no longer compressed
In veins and the stains paint the wall with new names
For plaques to take place when the flak maintains the spray
This is the ture tagging, the toe tagging
Get on the bandwagon with the flag rag on
Cause is not to die for your country
Or die for your town
Žižkov deletes that with unstoppable wild
