Текст песни WISTEN - СТАФ

In this urban dust and soot
You can consider something like classics
If all this is not utopia
And what can be called classic
Bravo, you wanted easier
for toning hide smoke or something rare
Heap of experienced among beginners
These throws were not for a set of glasses.
Poet chained to the genre
Does not change color, even having an acid bath
Planter according to plan
Smoke brings over the city, gray dome
In the tradition of the genre, the path is confused
The real warrior is always calm
Builds, build, Namultit Join
On the streets a bunch of new buildings
Soon the traces will return you to
With ease of rose steel
Claws strut solid styl
It's you inside
What are you looking for
Style from cliffs
Internal instinct became
Recruittive Cartridges Microsopal
Walls are shuddered outside even
Bits past panels and five-story buildings
In this city impregnated with SMOOK and soot
There are also positive characters
What looks like, listens
Lies and crog
Kills snuffing
Does not leave alone
You can ignore
And even if you leave the dark
When will turn on the light there will remain tracks

Open eyes, look at the composition
From under the floor shakes quite legal staph
Bits for timeline, text in dreams
Begins dive Hip-Hap Batiskof

In the world of dreamers not so much carefully
Spelled out with a neat stress in the notebook
It remains only to read
And what will these playlists show you with pink clips
When lights are lit, everyone will throw off their masks
Light Steps
Slowly on a familiar site
How calmly did not sleep, sleeping area
I see these walls through
Microphone included