Текст песни Booker - Нить

You bazaar that you are very busy
In this case, as at work
Boy look at my regular schedule
It's empty, it's just that I'm free
Didn't sleep at night
But to the office, uncle
No matter how hard you try, you won't lure me
Dreamed of tracks, dreamed of money
And finally all this is reality
It's not the sum
Looking for my method
To knock on others
From the slum
To the wells of the center
I get in their heads
I'm not the hardest
But I'll be better than them
Everyone, to heaven, but not for the sake of kush
For everyone to know
They will listen
I will come with a verse
But I'll take their soul
what
Something went wrong here
It would be necessary to bring down arrogance from them
Will click like a joint, a whip
Ten thousand beats
Hot steel anvil
Dip her into the tank
Just to start over
Silence in my apartment
I can't hear anything
Only under the ceiling in the picture
Hundreds of notes were braided
T-t-t-t-t-t
Wonderful rhythm, really
Old age looks angrily from the pit
Unleashed this thread of talent

A thread!

That kept me on condition
Fuck reality, I'm weightless
Would have reached the top but I'm out of the game
As long as you want something in this
I built my worlds

A thread!

That kept me on condition
Fuck reality, I'm weightless
Would have reached the top but I'm out of the game
As long as you want something in this
I built my worlds

Fuck the thread that held me
Saddled the wheel of Samsara
Everything at once is very little
Fits to the very bottom of your pocket
I fly in 16 lines
Like glasses in my face
On stage, I'm always like a designer
Though I don't release my own gear
Stop
Move over so daddy is at the wheel
Under the ass the motor from zero to two hundred
Under the ribs, the pulse is from two hundred to zero
Okay, just kidding, I'm on the passenger
Brodie rolls low and my whiskey drip
Pussies scorching but I'm busy and
They hear: "vroom!" and swallow dust
On the beats my workshop
You know boy I'm on business
So that for a holiday in a happy mother
Would be a pink cadillac
I'm like Elvis
I breathe out the greens
On its waves I'm like a caravel
Not the very first
But I know who I am
It's a matter of time - the rest

A thread!

That kept me on condition
Fuck reality, I'm weightless
Would have reached the top but I'm out of the game
As long as you want something in this
I built my worlds

A thread!

That kept me on condition
Fuck reality, I'm weightless
Would have reached the top but I'm out of the game
As long as you want something in this
I built my worlds.