Текст песни Линкс - Крип-а-крипнул

here every track is a ritual like a ritual
every rhyme is like a spear throw
what else can I tell you now
if you are against us then drink poison
the club is full of types like a chicken incubator
but this is not rap but some kind of fucking circus
we save the guys with our hip hop
wrapped in smoke and heaps of cheap rubbish
these streets with shops around the edges
meet me whether I am on foot or on my eyebrows
i am the king of this jungle mighty joe young
crown does not slip even when drunk in the ass
night studio preparing a new shell
flexible flow allows you to tear everyone in a row
and while the lyrics fall for a beat for good reason
it's time to go home over the area dawn