Текст песни Oxxximiron - bars

Are you looking for a place in this world, as if the sun
End of idols, then every man will break
I destvo burns, napalm without the pale
There is no fun, and everyone grieve
Not only you hip-hop, you want to be labor
Dreams are drawn with chalk, I wipe them
Moat like a pit bull, dodging the bullets whistling
Call your Tale, I alone can not
Patch up wounds, and we keep trying to fight again
Shouts tyrants it will entail
On deadbolt lock myself I square walls
Probably just as Malevich did
I eksperementator, I pop you in the mouth poison
I'll see your reaction, offspring
A couple of lines, I promptly inserted, not straining at all
Your strength in eggs, as if you scrag