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