Текст песни Dire Hastle - Скоротечная победа

Chorus:

Every time I stuffed Skeels to give you Staf
While at the Battle of every three crashes in the clinch
It is time to bring down the nominees to the ground, understand my hour has come
Someone calls you a talent, I call you to the bottom

Do not take labels, for the fourth year in rap
Why do I say every detached lepim
I'll write you a track, so that you understand that this champ
I found someone who's anyone will beat all opponents jaw

I'm going to voice straining towards the goal, to the sword in the top right
Do you think you're Crime Wizard but you Piedra - Dumbledore (well, kind of gay it)
Give the loot, and my flow will you all know
But then every mediocrity takes my place

I won your calf, while you were betrayed her
She ran to me, fleeting victory
Understand that such callas this Battle is hardly endure
You bought Coca Cola alas there is an inscription "worthless rapper"

Do not hammer head that flew past you won
My path purely strictly only up, you're the nominee - but not here
From my Raimo guy you strain your back
You know swallow these lines from the end of