Текст песни EpOsS - Скатертью дорога

I am brought up on rock culture prize rap at all
I did not know what to cry cool, with the birth of God was created
Did not know that Battle will become in my life something special
But saw as RAP heights wither under the press pile (and what?)

I went to the arena, deadly contractions
Where instead of the blade of the knife only bees, disia Panchi
Where everyone himself gives his soul
Where thousands of people fall on the bottom - idiot

But here the passage forward to me exactly ensured
Opponents weak not cut me on Battle I am eternal
Battles are born I would say to the meeting
But the metaphor of the old and rap is my exactly crossed

Duck Gold Official Hip Hop Ru
Tablecloth tell me and there and here
But still will hear about me every one of you.
Words of a person in the infinite space of mass

And somewhere far the final
Do not tell a word here
But only one I tell you
Roll, tablecloth road