Текст песни Schokk - Мой Рэп

My rap is bad and my rap is nasty and simple
Like a piece of bread and metropolitan vodka.
Dirty realism and a thousand-word primitive syllable
My rap is not for seven stockings book fleas

My rap is reinforced concrete on the asphalt
Outside the city rusting in the sun a mountain of scrap metal in a dump
My rap behind the bar, so trash
That he will spend the night by the bucket, or even tomorrow in bed

My rap hides the dramas for a while
As if expanding from an accordion through a vein
My rap stash, where to hide my life from the rain
Wet dust, slush.

He is alone with no clear plans
Barefoot and drunk. On foot along the Autobahn.
Upside down like Baselitz
What am I dreaming about? Within the framework of the bones of the canvas by Otto Dix.

My rap pisses off, pisses you off.
Spends three salaries, but broke at the end of the month
The closer love is weak, it runs without looking back
But fuck everything that moves

(Chorus: 2x)
My rap is simple, many can understand
You put your soul in yours, but your listener
How about the rug wipes your feet

My rap is evil, what does it take
And you see yourself in it as if in a mirror