Текст песни Black - Моя рэп-игра

Part 1

Chorus:

and my life depends on me
fall down losing you
my muse my music
my life

Verse:

I make my way (through the masses)
((While you were making grimaces))
While in my (hand microphone)
I'm not broken being surrounded
((While in me there is a share of talent
I'll get to the finish line from the start
While you lied to me behind
I stood for the music mountain))
While I live, I will write
(My poems), and I will dream
While I have muzlo
The soul will be light
((As long as people believe in me
We will break through))

Part 2

Seeiiiii
This is my game, my rules
Poymiiiiii
My fate with the muzl left
Uidiiiiiiii
This is my rap game.
Yeah
Lost your war

Verse:
Hello to you (GJON)
Until your death (report went)
You yourself vkurse (against whom you hit)
Such grief rappers (I sent to the pit stop)
Your tracks are shame and shame (bro)
Mixing decides, but not for you (sucker)
Your punchy past like (blindstrike blindly)
At your grave I (Harlem Shake dance)
((Thinking of tearing down?)) Yes you are a chicken guy
Your shaker girl, (spin in the bar)
Your track on the selection of listeners (not scored)
You are a technical MS, but you yourself (lied to yourself)
Not a single normal rhyme, (not a single punch)
You won’t even win (a friendly match)
So fly away from here, (grief crow)
While on the beat ((messenger of God))