Текст песни Rasta - Компакта

There is rap without a contract,
Rolled wool, on MC glass wool.
The bass in the car, the boys from Baghdad have beats
This is a scooter style grenade.
They don't twist spliffs here, don't blow blunts,
There is a managa in poltorakh and plops in battles.
Fights without contact, watch me go crazy
Brick Bazuka and Rasta, what the fuck the fuck?
Tougher puts in a smoky killogram again
In the dreams of people of color and such from this hip-hap,
In the depths of the compact, look for me in contact.
Channel rhyme on e, wave your hands, fuck.

Head to the beat, it's deep in the compact.
This is in the depths of the compact, we are not on the sheet of the poster.
These are fights without contact, no dye is needed here.

This is in the depths of the compact, we are not on the sheet of the poster.
These are fights without contact, no dye is needed here.