I am writing and erasing, Wrapping and burning, Drinking and drying, I feel doubt in everyone around me, I can’t overcome this path.

Screw it, even our emptiness is fuller than yours, That’s why you only watch, we give fear to everyone, It used to be my passion, now it’s my philosophy, It even has a name, DECADISM.

You know, it didn’t happen, no gratitude to your king, So for years, I waited to become famous in the neighborhood, Couldn’t reach the level of the bastards I screwed.

I’ll still chase after this, Because in the ghettos, your talent becomes your friend, And one day, it stabs you in the back like this, Think about it, Maybe money isn’t the only peace in the world, THIS IS DECADISM.

You know, I never trusted any bastard, That’s why in the end, only 717 remains, Our lives couldn’t be regular, But now we’ve established order.

Those who disrupt order also ruin themselves, You won’t find a whore next to me because of this, Watch your wave, or your hearts will break, Your hatred can’t calm your diss.

Because your voice is made up of highs and your lyrics are empty, How can we take you seriously when your audience listens to you at 15, For five years, I still haven’t seen a single rival in Thrace, That’s the deal, I don’t know, bring them all, Our fight continues, Because even your formality is lighter than our jokes, DECADISM.