Текст песни A.B - независимость

Call me named Sagrada
I do not apply standards
I am a mystery man.
Woven from contradictions, thin and cruel
MS from the constellation blades, iron petal.
How many persistent streets have passed like a test?
There are no twos, they will unsubscribe-put the cross,
(Jamatic pressure) on your punctured navel, doves
Here you are a half-coer, and you thought the demigod.
You are not a virtuoso, you are a virtuoso huesos
Boris and Poltos will break your legs and nose.
I will add if there is little.
Roma tank and small break you fucking.
(We go to Talah) rap is a heavy bread.
I am looking for an answer not ordinary 28 years;
Who am I, poet or amateur?
But the sky does not recognize ...... the one who did not fly.
In the voice of the metal, in the hands of vultures and bars
And when I'm driving, then I will come back.
Do not mix, keep your plans with you.
Our clans, urban partisans.
We are the most coronated princes.
Our streets are now grazing the police
Under the legs of the syringes, but we are holy honorable tradition
Independence erected in principle

Hip-hop fundamentalist, you hear shots
And if we are here, it means there is no thought limit
If you pull your hand, then call yourself.
Those who are smarter choose independence ..