Текст песни КрисКирк - Рука на пульсе

Binding rhyme, chasing ideas
I've lost people that life became gay
But, as time goes by most
Rhymes, text flowed like tap water

I sit at the table, which is divided into squares and
I imagine that I have a verbal Kirk Christiansen
No word on vengeance, but tell me how is it
I myslegenerator you degenirat

If you read, you're a rapper, thank you cap
This is not a rap for the Russian, this is sad for rap
And strange as it may be, this does not happen
I spit on the walls of the rhyme at home, where I dwell

In the depths of the ideas, like a stone on the water
rhyming words, holds them together as if glue
No knives in the back of your brain on the glass
After all, we're bad people, bad people among

(2 times)
The hand on the pulse as well, or on the remote
I wanted to hang you, but I was too lazy
The hand on the pulse as well, or on the remote
The strength in the brain, not bitsuhi but the more muscle