Текст песни Loqiemean x Oxxxymiron - Evolution

I'm not a poet, I am the compiler, I arm, I'm a secret agent
Currently, the feeling as if you are taken by laboratory as a reagent
Barks colleagues couple thought the lions cage, and then a pack of hyenas
I - introvert, to convince myself that I am an extrovert, to climb up
My righteous anger: simple - there is no true and correct
Also tested in the burning of victories, and you, man, burned and faded with the years
She pearls at the neckline, ermine and necklaces
Fuck, I call your pious wide strait - Pas-de-Calais
How did you rolled over two years, gave a blunder?
Depressive plot fate - your faded cherry
Bulk garden, mowing the pagoda as fuck
All your rap - it's crap drunk labuha
This is detrimental. I ship to the ball, shaved head
You're not my brother, like Balabanov [x8]