Текст песни Irina S. - Дьявольский ветер

PART 2:

Verse 1:

Say hello to the haters!
I am a latent man. Waiting for me from now on, the glory of Penkin!
Not inclined to rap culture - fact!
What? Are you talking about music? And here I am: "trans ..." "

Your rapcore is disgusting -
Snot, vanilla. Naive, I thought they would drive your track on repeat?
Glancing at the liver, drunk ge-pa-tit,
When I realized that in each - your "author-performer".

- Lesha - a word guy or a windy boy?
- A "windy guy words go?"
A little perplexing.
He loves to rape words in harmony in the text -
Once a day he throws them out of boredom into the wind.

Here is vegetarianism:
Nesha doesn't eat meat.
Furiously you ran into
And he descended into anger.

The script was written hastily,
The director takes off the passions:
Closer is the final, denouement:
You burn in the fire.

Chorus:
Nasha is an epigone! (Nasha, Nasha, Nasha is an epigone)
Inspired by the wind! (too inspired by the wind)
But one in the field is not a warrior here,
No matter how strong-willed.
Dust in the eyes of the people -
There is your next wind.

Verse 2:

Your track is plumbing. Do you want water? They’ll pour it here.
On the right handle tattoo "Hima" - resourceful masturbation.
Drop it like that with me. After all, the price of your disputes is worthless.
I do not want her to be a word in you, to tear herself out of her skin.

Surrogate mother. You carry a treasure under your heart.
Your rhymes from the heart. But their father is Beslan.
Imagine my opponent - all have one freestyler
In fact, he is on a horse - after all, his fries [fucked]

You don’t have to shod me, but I can make you sandal.
Under the beat of your own Hard-group you fell on the mat.
The vile track will be badly estimated - units and zeros.
Nesha's heart between the rolls - bring insulin.


Are you individual
in tracks variety?
Style not nailed by a sledgehammer?
Bullshit! Your race was in vain.

Rock with punches decided to connect:
Kacha no, false start, stupidity.
Started stage with a buzz, (but)
It seems time to corner.