Текст песни simkin - бешеный темп

Frantic pace
On a glass, a piece of isolets is irregular in shape
Not bargaining but a coin
Corporate identity, endless rhyme, all about packages
I am cut out of
I am inserted in the moment
How it will be ridiculous
Grow old with others
Probably the wind blows me
Rainbow, ashes
My nonsense will not tolerate your anger in the gradient of shit and your losses
Overlooking the ass
My stencils left craters
It looks like a fool
Signals are unknown
Drops on the blat
His frantic pace, her sweet curls
On my mind
A mixture-pack and madness
Frantic pace
Distance to the elbow
Do not rush to the bottom
Addition over the abyss
From walking to run
The switch above the volume
There are no minuses
Only joy and cries
Brother is a cannibal
Our knead only at night
No cameras, no places
We are not here, that's for sure
Combine so that you hear our crack
I am measuring the Geiger counter
I load JPG with a comment, you spend a cache
Strains that little
To be local does not mean taking Hashik
Be here in spite of all porridge
Despite dying screams on memory
Our places will never leave them
Sour to taste
Poisonous to the smell
A cult without love
But what to do, in fact
I just arose and is already going back
A long surprise
Haye is twisted in paper
And again in the fog
Frantic pace
I'm closer to the final
Frantic pace
Unlocked without mana
My frantic pace
I fly just above the volcanoes
Frantic pace
You will know as soon as you cut off a drunk
This is all gap
In your cap, overclocking, but not a pace
You came up with everything again
The frantic pace is difficult to comprehend