Текст песни J.M. - Моё Время

While you sleep at home I write my new track
After all, half of the benchmarks will not be helped by Dr. Dre.
I foreshadow a lot of criticism - extras somewhere in the background
And your opinion as my fans is zero of them

Crowds don't listen to me, I didn't win in battles
But I'm honest, and at least with a drop of talent.
And your rap, trash sucks, you don't care about morality
I come out of the dark, Batman Arkham

Verse 2

My, my, metamorphosis, I'm in turnip individual mind
Like an albino
And you are grief talents, and I do not pity you a drop
No matter how many turnips I make, I keep wondering
Galat calls himself a man, but where are his balls ah?

The Barnaul word was covered with shame
Where I didn’t matter, but the scream gave out punchy takeaways
And everyone is now waiting to continue
It won't be like the TV series scum

All the top type rap on the Hype
And I'm a son who helps bat at home
But nothing and my time will come for sure
If I find PR, I will not tear off the lines