פאנצ'ים [Punchim] [English translation]

(Spicy, sweet punchlines are

coming towards the face like it's a cream p..)

..ie, so why the whole media is beeping

Rubbing itself and philosophizing

Taking the focus from a pretty girl singing off-key

Distorts it's things, everything is for money, for cream

I don't need a caller or a public relations person that is flattering

You look a bit weak, take a blanket and a bonnet

A great lack of elegance,

cockfight over relevance

I can smell aggressive interests

When the truth will step into the light, it will come out burning

Quietly, we will see how every neighborhood in the country is joining

And there is an alternative, not another escapism from craziness

From the slapping reality, the self-righteous society

Please do not look for my words in any folder

Words that are covered with sand and tar

A fatty with an itch, the environment still doesn't get

that I was sketching the future while they were playing tag

Living on the border without the mire from the barn

Today I'm looking for a species that will balance the inside of the casing

Just like in the holy book, I'm not looking to abandon—the opposite

A thought turned into a dream, turned into a vision and here it comes

This bullshit isn't working on us

We don't buy this whole story, no

With 4,000 people or just the four of us

This bullshit isn't working on us

Spicy, sweet punchlines are

coming towards the face like it's a cream p..

..ie, I'm full, I don't need anything extra

I don't request another fake "thank you" and I don't look for a favored job

Sharpening the rhymes from the scrubbed floor

Until the ceiling is flooded, covering half of the house

My name is Nechi, hi, they talk about me

Sometimes as an angel, sometimes as Asmodeus

Yes, of course, I scender my wings

and my soul is floating in the atmosphere, and there is no synonym

Living my life quietly and breathing from the diaphragm

In the nights I was looking for someone to love me, a joyful and patting hand

When the madness is dripping like drops of explosive powder

Than the tempo is reviving my body and soul

From the dirty filth

Here the same missed perception

will build the same weak image

They told me: "Leave the mess and come tan on the balcony.."

Because peaceful agenda is the secret of the business

This bullshit isn't working on us

We don't buy this whole story, no

With 4,000 people or just the four of us

This bullshit isn't working on us

(Spicy, sweet punchlines

are coming towards the face like it's a cream pie

Until your girlfriend will not be able to walk

The son of a bitch has iron fists)

There is an exact strategy,

the career is well kept, advanced

Feel your command heating

Open the third eye and hear the soul breathing

You didn't bloom the wilderness so the wilderness remained wild

Silent land, we will execute the rebel this evening

(Pay!) attention, a man is thinking holding a microphone like a sword

(Pay!) bringing everything from no where, a eye on the scope

The hummus confuses, the tahini is stupefying for sure

Shigidi Shanvitz, let me talk to them honestly

Fuck it, the Remedy is in my hand, the finger isn't lifted

If my agenda is exaggerated or confiscated

come and raise the decibels

Let them wait until we spoil or get confused but..

This bullshit isn't working on us

We don't buy this whole story, no

With 4,000 people or just the four of us

This bullshit isn't working on us