Текст песни GuntanoMo - Жребий брошен

Are you ready for action, not particularly polite
I will be like psyzduli
First round only formal stage
In order notes that I also got up on tatami
It is quite ready to wind the hip-hop bolt
One who is no more than a log
Running into the microphone, it is easy to issue not a fucking flow
For me, the norm, and for someone's magic
Priorities changed, consciousness growing
Yesterday's idols have become diarrhea
New fun children, are different battles
Gangster Now, speaking in Ebalo run to mothers
I rightly veteran these fucking games
Packs of tracks threw on receiving benefits
Was motivated by some kind of azart
Now this is not enough, I need grandmas
It's not mercantilism, this is a brother life
Rap self-expression, and the battles for the awards
Yes, I do not need a loot, for my solo album
I speak honestly, came here for the prize
And every pussyball who speaks otherwise
I do not turn on here, brainless losers
Mamina boys love to stick to minced meat
Lots thrown here long for you