Текст песни Malik Jackson - Старый маэстро...

chorus:
What will the old maestro play for you
Not finding a place in this neighborhood
What are the notes of honesty about
Opium music is like dope for the heart
 
1 verse
Pencil piercing white paper
Thoughts change thoughts, I swore you an oath
I rejoice every minute that you gave me
My real take my soul

Die inside me like a flame
Already the 7th year I have not yet passed the exam
My rock is presented with karma to me
Do you like music bro, I agree

Direct flow from blocks, from sleeping areas
What is called crystalline is born
Swap these styles, it makes no difference
I write the text at night, I like it

I meet the sunset smiling at the rising sun
Hawaii steak from words not succumbing to gloss
If rap is the way, then I will be a wanderer
As Mustafa said, he will pierce your shell

Rap this street important reputation
What your climax will tell you about
Being a stranger from baby to old man
In this kitchen there are three of me, smoke and abstraction

 chorus:

2 verse
Where the old taxi is taking me
Where the route leads without asking
Through the houses of the crowd and housing estate
Dear muse, how beautiful your world is

It’s like in me, as if I comprehended happiness
Beautifully impressive in the shower, drizzle rain
Save me, I haven’t seen my relatives for a hundred years
Everything is in my hands just like this verse

The old maestro will play a tune
This will help keep you on track.
Son of the master straight from the soul
Shabby saxophone as if stitched with kindness

Farther from excitement and worldly fuss
We share clouds with those with whom we are on the way
Many ravines I still have to go
Sorry family but I already set fire to the wick

Let infantile but you have to go through rehearsal
I gotta do it gotta blow up the mud
Give me a sign and show me where to go
Old maestro play for the soul