Текст песни портwane - на улицах урбана

My lines are smashed like a Jedi sword
Whoever knows the streets doesn't rap here
So let's do without poor cliches
I need a battle. The opponent on the battlefield is the target.

I'm rude and fuck your urban, believe me
Let the schoolboy, but I’ll fuck you, because the punch is full of portfolio
I can’t see local stars here without a telescope
Your rap doesn't roll like Rem Digg has no wheels.

Enrage rappers, I can even bend them without rhymes
Do not know what to tell me? Accuse plagiarism
You can only lay about neighborhoods
On one with diction there are a hundred burrs.

The murmur at the microphone is a fucking shame
Every Vasya is a “voice of the streets” and sings about pots
I hope your father finds out what the hell his son is
He will cut off his dick with a knife and go to the monastery.

Your listeners are a narrow circle of friends and acquaintances,
But pathos as much as fabulous success
Many tracks, but people pissed on you, as before
You are in the game only to amuse pride.