Все девы крутят динамо, ждут идеала.
Я не такой, но и твоя подруга нюх потеряла,
Услышав меня, ведь я так плотно стелю,
Будто ко сну ей подоткнул одеяло.
Я будто бы наверху Фудзиямы,
А она внизу и полна грусти и трепета.
Я называю её hip-hop.ru -
На ней перебывали уже все русские рэпперы...
И что мне делать с тем, что не помню,
Где сейчас мой дом, если он международный?
Чем раньше жил, хотя и вам о таком не говорил;
Чем быт был годами наполнен?
Моя голова, как каменоломня.
Оправдаю ли долгами в этом храме торговлю?
Ещё пара лет, и будет столько спален и комнат.
Дома каменный пол, наступай ногами на коврик!
Эй, слышь? Ногами на коврик!
Годами накопленный, сваленный в погреб
Антиквариат, я с деньгами помолвлен:
Моногамен, но менять не успеваю любовниц.
Но это в будущем, и я не *бу,
Зачем я себя заранее считаю виновным,
Ведь даже если я и обнищаю духовно,
Мне помогут *издюлями Ганз, Дамани и Гоблин...
Mic check 1,2 Let me start this.
No Van Gogh but I'm an artist.
Ima demon straight a little something
I'll be cutting and shutting down anybody
That I feel is tryina run this.
Real talk here no assumptions
What I do here money can't buy
And talk is cheap so money can't lie if
You know some body your buddy can try.
Let me drop by saying that I don't care,
Coz when I spit it I kill it you know it's so clear
How could I be so far yet so near
Coz dem a stamp on your life if you show fear.
Ima drop a little flow to show that
Ima run the show and ima keep it going see
I'm never slowing my roll and with the pedal
In Ma hand ima row the boat
And if you want me to fail better know that I won't I'm on fire
fenix f*ck with your stinking attitude clean it
let it rip skip like a child with a rope
If you really think I really give a shit I don't,
I keep my shit tight I know, hand me the beat I flow.
Can't call this a race can't keep with my pase,
f*ck the green flag I go
MCS are like calories burn them like I'm running on a treadmill
I will never sell out even when i get the best deal
Its a car crash when you listen to me spitting
Because I'm over the limit before i start writing lyrics
And i know i never write so when its time,
I pick up a bottle and hand my soul to the spirits.
My tracks are viruses so when you play
Them on your hard drive we leave gaps in the system.
Cheetah on a mission and they are saying I'm slow.
Because they made of gold
Still i don't give a f*ck for those
I'm a gargoyle and i got turned to stone by medusa.
Before i was a producer,
I was a myth in the shadows and they hated my humour
Now I'm ready to blow out the candles make a wish
I just wanna blaze piff like Harold and Kumar
I'm a killer when i enter the rhythm I'm at the top
There is no other division no other shot
Wanna learn, better listen
When i drop bombs head for the bunkers and don't
Try to stop me when I'm aiming for your boss
Life is a b*tch these days i know
So i f*ck her like a slut in a private show
Dark beats from beneath when i step up on the scene
Give everybody sea sickness from the flow. All maidens are spinning dynamos, waiting for the ideal.
I'm not like that, but your friend also lost her scent,
Hearing me, because I lay so tight,
It was as if a blanket was tucked into her to sleep.
It's like I'm at the top of Fujiyama
And she is downstairs and full of sadness and awe.
I call it hip-hop.ru -
All Russian rappers have already visited it ...
And what should I do with what I don't remember
Where is my home now if it's international?
Than before he lived, although he did not tell you about this either;
What was life filled with for years?
My head is like a quarry.
Will I justify the trade in this temple with debt?
A couple more years, and there will be so many bedrooms and rooms.
Stone floor at home, step on the rug!
Hey, do you hear? Kicks on the mat!
Accumulated over the years, dumped in the cellar
Antiques, I'm engaged to money:
Monogamous, but I don't have time to change my mistresses.
But this is in the future and I don't * boo
Why do I consider myself guilty in advance,
After all, even if I become impoverished spiritually,
Hans, Damani and Goblin will help me * with products ...
Mic check 1,2 Let me start this.
No Van Gogh but I'm an artist.
Ima demon straight a little something
I'll be cutting and shutting down anybody
That I feel is tryina run this.
Real talk here no assumptions
What I do here money can't buy
And talk is cheap so money can't lie if
You know some body your buddy can try.
Let me drop by saying that I don't care,
Coz when I spit it I kill it you know it's so clear
How could I be so far yet so near
Coz dem a stamp on your life if you show fear.
Ima drop a little flow to show that
Ima run the show and ima keep it going see
I'm never slowing my roll and with the pedal
In Ma hand ima row the boat
And if you want me to fail better know that I won't I'm on fire
fenix f * ck with your stinking attitude clean it
let it rip skip like a child with a rope
If you really think I really give a shit I don't,
I keep my shit tight I know, hand me the beat I flow.
Can't call this a race can't keep with my pase,
f * ck the green flag I go
MCS are like calories burn them like I'm running on a treadmill
I will never sell out even when i get the best deal
Its a car crash when you listen to me spitting
Because I'm over the limit before i start writing lyrics
And i know i never write so when its time,
I pick up a bottle and hand my soul to the spirits.
My tracks are viruses so when you play
Them on your hard drive we leave gaps in the system.
Cheetah on a mission and they are saying I'm slow.
Because they made of gold
Still i don't give a f * ck for those
I'm a gargoyle and i got turned to stone by medusa.
Before i was a producer,
I was a myth in the shadows and they hated my humor
Now I'm ready to blow out the candles make a wish
I just wanna blaze piff like Harold and Kumar
I'm a killer when i enter the rhythm I'm at the top
There is no other division no other shot
Wanna learn, better listen
When i drop bombs head for the bunkers and don't
Try to stop me when I'm aiming for your boss
Life is a b * tch these days i know
So i f * ck her like a slut in a private show
Dark beats from beneath when i step up on the scene
Give everybody sea sickness from the flow. | |
