CO CIÊ BOLI (DISS) Lyrics (English Translation) – Eripe
[Intro: Bedoes 2115]
“What rules Polish hip-hop?”
What rules it, for the most part, is lies.
Most often, the one on top is the one who lies the best
And covers it up the best.
[Verse 1: Eripe]
Alright, fuck it, end the beef with Bedoes.
He replied with something—guess he’s into BDSM. (Huh?)
What hurts you so much that you’re whining through the whole track?
Maybe I’m old-school, but my hearing’s just fine. (Nah)
I didn’t want apologies, I want thank-yous now,
‘Cause thanks to me, for a second, someone thought you were a rapper.
For a second, ‘cause soon you went back to your cycle:
Speeches, excuses, and toilet-stall statements.
I’m known here for punchlines and drinking beer,
You’re known for sketchy moves and PR stunts.
Don’t wanna revisit the past? That was young Borek,
Let’s forget he was a degenerate and a thug.
Me, ruining kids’ careers? (Me?)
You’re the first—and hopefully last—I’ll do it to.
You, on the other hand, help underage girls
Undress after taking them drunk to a hotel.
Oh wait, that wasn’t you—that was young Borek.
You fly helicopters, minding your business.
Next time, rent a jet,
But don’t land in Kraków—unless you want new beef.
[Pre-Chorus / Scratches: Peja]
What-what-what hurts you?
Does it hurt you that bad?
What-what-what-what-what hurts you?
What-what-what hurts you?
What hurts you?
Does it hurt you that bad?
[Chorus: Eripe]
What hurts you? Does it hurt you that bad?
That half the scene here can’t stand you?
Pleasure with profit, rap’s my life’s passion.
I don’t give a fuck about you, while you flap your beak—snap, lie.
What hurts you? Does it hurt you that bad?
That half the scene here can’t stand you?
Pleasure with profit, rap’s my life’s passion.
I don’t give a fuck about you, while you flap your beak—snap, lie.
[Verse 2: Eripe]
Thought you won? Tough luck again.
Your idols give me beats just so I can wreck you.
Bedoes? In English, that’s bullshit.
You don’t kiss rappers’ asses? I don’t buy it—blow.
Me and Quebo wrecked the underground, that’s a fact.
But you owe him more than I do.
What’s got you so mad about Narodowy? You had your shot—
A special project, people weren’t exactly thrilled.
Oldheads don’t wanna bounce to gangsta rap—how tragic.
Maybe leave your heart on this stage for once.
You wanted to learn from legends, but got a barrel instead.
You got “Helikopter w ogniu”, I got “Mamba Mentality”.
Good will win—this beef’s pointless for you.
I’m actually good, you’re just mad for real.
You say you’re close to God—who you fooling?
There was already one close to God—his name was Judas.
I won’t bother you now—guess you’re fighting for peace.
You’ve still got half the industry left to call.
Don’t touch punchlines again—you’ll just burn yourself.
This ain’t your league—get it? Fuck, get it?
[Pre-Chorus / Scratches: Peja]
What-what-what hurts you?
Does it hurt you that bad?
What-what-what-what-what hurts you?
What-what hurts you?
That bad?
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, that’s what hurts you.
What hurts you?
That bad?
That bad-bad-bad-bad, that’s what hurts you.
[Chorus: Eripe]
(Repeats as before)
[Outro: Eripe / Scratches: Peja]
Huh, zero bars about weight gain, but I was tempted.
You, though, got half a track about my fake alcohol problem.
I never played saint—I still get drunk sometimes.
But let him without sin cast the first stone—
Oh wait, you drank to young Sebek, so I guess it’s fine, right?
And stop lying about what hood you’re from.
Pull up WICK3D’s “Mój komputer”
And remind yourself what a sweet, carefree kid you were,
Before dreams of being a gangster consumed you.
From me, the game’s over.
You keep doing what you do best:
Lie, manipulate, mix it up, apologize,
Spin in circles, bribe, threaten, lose it,
Warp kids’ minds and make money off it.
If even one listener wakes up after this, mission accomplished.
Shoutout to those who’ve been, are, and will be with me.
Thug, thug.
This-my-my-my rap,
This-this-this-this is my reality.
What life, what rap—it’s all in there.
So finally get it.
Get it? Get it? Fuck, get it?
Get it? Get it? Fuck, get it?
Get it? Get it? Fuck, get it?
