Текст песни BES - Игра на Выживание

do not confuse the flock and the flock,
smoke and flame!
heavy stone
with soap bubbles!

Run run away, soaring!
I'm starting a timer!
time of battles
"Survival game"

I
Not thin, not tall
21 is the juice itself
not spoiled son
and not a glamorous variety!

these everyday basics
fed up
I'm not ashamed of words
responsible for the language!

Around hundreds of scribblers,
like rap chitak,
something is wrong with culture
I do not care for this!

Mom’s dachshund,
writhing pit bull,
you, what for kindergarten?
son, rap is hoot
and I'm in it like a wasp!

touched by a simpleton mind
clones adversary
I muzzles for "so"
not rich! but not a laborer!

remember boy
time will put everything in its place!
snot and your fear
pack your suitcase!

What fuck do you have?
all clear with you!
did you see the streets? Well, yes, on the way to the manger!
I'm rude to you,
wand and senile
listened to someone’s tales,
and dancing!
empty fucking fucking!

II

I don’t have any raven punch!
I will cure one by one!
my rap mixfight
what? here on the topic of cucumber!

sweating on the wheels
I won’t beg, I beg
what a fist fight is here
paired with God's dandelion!

what are you soaring boy
who are you crowned there ??
I give you my word
again the king will remain naked!

I'm angry and put me
on the principles of fair dealing!
bite your mouth
and I spit in your open mouths!

this is not a rap of smooth-shaven fagots
idols of chats and twitter,
swingers in cotton sweaters,
sticky like stickers
hear the tiger’s room
do not confuse stones with beads!
for everything you blurt out in diss
grab it backstage!

chorus:

do not confuse the flock and the flock,
smoke and flame!
heavy stone
with soap bubbles!

run run away, soaring!
I'm starting a timer!
time of battles
Survival game