Текст песни Проект Бенни - Я реп не люблю

I'm simple I'm ordinary
I usually don't
And naturally I don't scream
That those who are cooler
Fucked
My vocabulary is powerful
And I can usually prove to anyone
What is my word worth
And if you stand with me in battle
Hold on bastard
It will hurt
It will be a shame
Quite a couple of minutes
I can put you in a circle
And there I think you know
It happens
Let not the master
But many say
Benny, you read it okay
You know I feel good about it
But brother, understand there is no turning back
Or me or you
Or glory tomorrow
Either a room, a minus, a leaf, a pen,
Attempt number two
Prove which of us is cooler
This evening will decide everything
Who is rubbing
Who is the gangsta sewn
Who blows the roof and snot flows
Tears
Don't you cry, it's late bitch
Get the ball out of the river
I'm sure you think what kind of nonsense I'm talking about
Well try it better
I hone my style at night
With a mug of tea and a couple of dots
I roll in a blurred line
Not a drinker, I feel sorry for the kidneys
And all uj can create powerful texts in an hour
I usually sit on the roof
I breathe air
And I read in my head
I memorize phrases for a new oil
I have such an infection since I was 12

I don't like rap
I hate rap
But I read it after I write

I don't like rap
I hate rap
I write about what I see and how I live

I'm not an angel or a demon
Not come from heaven
And does not work miracles
I am who I am
Present
Consumer
Love my parent
Rep write, I live from paycheck to paycheck
I don't seem to make plans anymore
And I think that I'm not up to forty
I see what's going on around
I still walk the same paths
And everything happens
All on the same roof
Everything is the same, I write there
About what I breathe
And I suddenly began to breathe more often
I live as if in the thicket of the forest
I'm waiting for spring
No i am waiting for summer
I want to go where I've never been
I want to finally spread my wings
And go to heaven
Angels in this world we
Not just a phrase
Not just a chest tattoo
I'm sure you don't understand what these verses are about
I'm sure you won't understand
How can you spark to love a whore
When the only consolation is mother
When you want to say
How bad things are
But you have to lie
And tell everyone around that everything is fine
And understand that in this world
Not who is not a friend
And there is no faithful girlfriend
And the orderlies by the hands
Tossed on a gurney
Noting not senile heart attack
And an overdose of a young guy
sad when feelings leave and become empty
When the only salvation is bush seeds
brought from Tajikistan
or flour from a country like Pakistan
But no one else can become
And honestly
I will not see rap read

I don't like rap
I hate rap
But I read it after I write

I don't like rap
I hate rap
I write about what I see and how I live