Текст песни Триада - Полюби рэп так как люблю его я

We don't say what we don't know
Something that we ourselves have not experienced!
And it's not for us to replace reality with dreams
We will not forget the taste of abrasions!
We hit those who hit from behind
Let this path age us by leaps and bounds!
We honor those who are not with us!
We remember who we were
We see - who we have become!

Our prints on compacts
Our voices
For a long time they will hit the beats
Of these bits
Hit Quotes
On the walls in handwriting
Exactly phosphorus
And long-awaited like an Oscar!
We are in the workplace
Wrote the text
And luxury did not reach us
But you recognized me
By track signature
We gathered on the floors
Going down the first on the bends
And later
They began to reap the first fruits
Go out on tour
Our little camp of seven
Preparing a show
For those who came to us
We are in the center of the hall!
On the first track
Music bit into my heart!
The years went by
Circulation grew for songs
From euphoria to depression
From health to disease
No shine, slowly
Step by step
Then - sharply!
We thought how to make Rap interesting!
Tore the paper with verses
Threw, sighed
Read, fell
But before that - we flew!
Without parting with the cult
Wide pipes
Names began to appear
On posters more often suddenly!
See my friend
Without trump cards you can
Play too
Believe in a little
Which can be multiplied!
We've changed, maybe
But this is outside
And I am not asking to be friends with me
Just listen!

Beat my heart!
My song is pouring!
The world is small!
And great
Seen from the chairs
Where the halls dream
And to be on stage is my dream
Love Rap so
How I love him I!

All those years that are in the past
We write as best we can
We are alive but still
We need more
Than just living within the walls
Burn your nerves, wait for a change
Beat your veins with steel
So that the image comes to life
Where are those who chose for us
This kind of fight?
The screams of the crowd, the herd bleats
And we beat with a word
Rip solo
And the throat doesn't hurt
And every breath
Thunder blows!
To these proud chords
We stubbornly do not surrender to the city of the dead!
With loud screams
On stage courts
We sent to hell
We conquer the nonsense of the stubborn!
You cannot buy what we give
Because we spit on temptations
Gold and beads!
The world wants soot and burning
But we will forever remain
Simple prisoners of the muse!