Текст песни Brick Bazuka - Компакта

Brick Bazuka:

Bits from under the floor, don't knock them off the pontoons
CANNA you are covered in blood, I will move the blade with the antler.
Raising the bar, I'm not a rank trawler
I walk along the flank, I notice a female.
Time is frozen, I cheer up
Appreciate my creation with these plants.
Still and still nothing,
I am sick and happy about it.
The flame burns the hands, the smoke comes out of the bazooka.
Fingers squeeze triggers, we belong to others.
Appreciate my style in the smoke, from brother to bro, I remember aluminum.
Amazing rap, amazing but true
Shake your head to the beat, it's in the back of the compact.

This is in the depths of the compact, we are not on the poster sheet.
These are fights without contact, no dye is needed here.

This is in the depths of the compact, we are not on the sheet of the poster.
These are fights without contact, no dye is needed here.