Текст песни L-Leo - Різні масті

Patsyk spent his life in vain
Someone shouts it's a betrayal or a brother it's a fight
Rope on a branch of the sky in a cage of thought ink in a postcard
Concerning what I don't mind, but how so we were divided by suits
Where now to go where to bend if without a mask you are there yourself
We were christened garbage and rubbish at birth
And this is my flow and this is my skill to all the lower classes to all the real us
I shout to the subway and those on top, they change places often
My rap as a hectare hanibal I will keep you with my thoughts
I am the leader of these streets, not a shaman by the side of a bitch
I will torment you with my bit of cargo
You will not fall asleep at night you will be sad
And I'm not a Buddha, I'm just the one who confuses the miracle

We are not waiting for the accompanying winds
We build our own ships
2. We became like the devil
Only without horns, and every sin will release the promiscuous pastor
Here is the entrance and exit through the invitation
You are not on the list
Leave the room, this world, your home
Leave the body without a soul, heartlessly very stale
Mason's eye on a Washington bill a
Will give you a place at the table bent under the suit
and the guests will be happy to wash your bones with pleasure
a horde of evil and unwanted people
Thousands of identical and rotten ideas
My city is not cornered
My brain is boiling with you