I from siberia
I'm like a superior
That monster beat in your head in my stereo
I wanna crush stereotype man
And win all this motherfucking titles Damn
I came for game when the weather is below zero
When my legends are dying but i'll be a hero
I don't need my crown I need my dogs
I have nine AK these are my stocks
This song for streets for OG's and Raiders
I really miss yo brothers
And my respect for all of you my fellows
Who listen to this shit in a car or in a palace
They starting jealous when see me in a top of list
Please call me decently "Mr Rhyme TERRORIST"
This saga from nineties forever
When i was born i've got 2 blunts and chedda