Текст песни Kirk - Война поколений

The war generation - Cometa battle

Couplet

If I got a brother, a candidate Rapp - Marshal
Who lost the gate, the enemy of the pope Buttle march
Izmazhem wall paint, then ugly fucking
I have not sold the way you are selling
 
By anyone, I will not let you get here
I do not Mike Tyson, but Mike racking fingers
Under liposuction shut up all graze here
I cut out along with the fat of your talent as a poet (Cometa battle)

Winning with the brand, the methods of delirium is not the first
Those who tried so hard, but time is of the provisions
You have one prisoner and he wove all these networks
Down the knee, the war of all generations

I enrage those persons Battle ambition
Why, it is strange, against you, then it is not necessary to beat
The result is sparkling, so hide yourself away with Buttle
A couple of grade judges that enough is enough 'brother. . .

Chorus x 2

I'm here to put you on your knees
I tried here, and fought head against the wall
If rap war, tomorrow the whole generation
Will go to the bottom, cutting each other veins