Текст песни WolfasT - На вершине

I remember everything from the first rifmovok continue with tapes
closer to me than the mike in his hand or fist hammer
easier to be tete-a-tete than surrounded by fakes
friends consider other people's money or ksivy
easier said than okay to convey their emotions
heap of people who consider themselves second Mozart
and I am sure that I move forward I am not in vain
there was no rap with Napas only experience plucked
I'm not used to running a fashion for someone to chase
Only the smoke from factories eyes sparkling under the cap
no packages, no stories about the ghetto with Rajnov
paint containers, only this music I spoiled
let it be a mystery if Harry Houdini
you are not buzzing at the bar, light fumes ruined
and we continue to set new heights
someone hundreds of miles away, who in a cell the size of Olympus
to each his Olympus, and their tops
the path to the build we ourselves used to do
all the same everyday, sheets, notebooks and sketches
throw hard, even not catchy verse
I do not see the answer though often questionable
prose and eventually hide the poster
it is as acute as a Spanish sauce
but my line is not blood, not suck the thumb of
if the puzzle is assembled from fragments of memory
I am trying to understand and read from the memory sheet
which already lousy day state
awl on the soap again? ugh, Fuck you!
but I'm not broken, and the word is ready to bomb the glass
No signs pitstop Olympus strictly
I'm not one of those whose daily empty, without purpose
there has to be another bestseller devil celite
and we set ourselves up for a new strap
I came in rank, won the Olympus and knocked the frame