Текст песни ДимаГуба - Меня хлебом не корми хлебом корми

I do not feed bread, let me bring a couple of lines
Homer, I like you a hundred times arrive
According to a hundred letters VC, I'm not addicted, glass
I hate, glow dripped tears truths
Plus vocals - a portal into the depths of consciousness
Copy the habits of heroes, but with its content
In the lyrics saved his emotions the whole month
If I have accumulated here - the answer is known
I do not Wolf Messing, people do not read about them and
In the audio save - theme specifically entered
Not a star, but in my chest all the same shiny bling
Chuikov on a flat bit, the natural instinct
Pilfered verse is not our art
What is hip-hop is better not to ask Russian
I do not answer, answer ... that music heals
No burden on the pull, pull to reflect on eternal
If touched by life, then you have nothing to offend
In the vast world of tiny little man
Not swore on the blood of love to her God groba-
To the music that brings down the inside wooden boxes
But I will put to the sound, and they will not be delivered
Through the years, this rap would not seem to me delirium
Not a poet and musician at the same time
I write in the future of the old themselves - Dimon, greetings!
Verse hoary old lunatic, I thought youth
This verse makeshift saved, takes pride
For what part of the culture passed generations
Do not format mp3 sure will not survive the century
Memorized lines in memory and on the lips of one hundred
You have to be at the helm because life is fast as a Mustang
Assessment lived on the sheets in the Abitur
I put this track record.
And I'm stupid boy from the past experience of a pea
I hope we both love the same to shiver
I believe that to keep what is really important
The only thing that excites so.