Текст песни Illumate - Благословлён

They said: "There is no place for nerds in rap."
"Where is the gang grated?" "Where is the jab solid?"
But right now their girls are drying for me:
In the end, they are cuckolds at night, like Matt Murdock.
Damn, giiiiirl.
I am blessed for success and luck
Though I help them in the fall,
But I don’t have a date with the reverend,
After all, the beat is my confessional.
Yes, I am not satisfied with the conditions in which I live.
I want to stay in Monaco like Abidal’s season,
Therefore I wake up with the dawn and go to bed with the dawn.
If music is their temple, it is not complete without me:
I will stand across them and sink into the transept.
My God is the fire within me, an indestructible bush: I serve covenants.
Do you hear these emc? They killed a bit.
This is a common affair - we hold (c) e, but not the liturgy.
Armed with fire, I burned the enemies of all overnight
And I feel blessed, though, as in the fifth grade, the sacrament did not pass.