Текст песни Schokk - Intro

I started with hundreds of bars and rus-rap turned a wheel out of the sea of ​​words yesterday,
Today, the accuracy of the scoreboard, like a jab in the fuck,
From boxing to MMA, hip hop (repatriate).
I am a battle-god, a veteran like Rambo John.
Time does not wait, I hope to die last
Fucked your rap, when he dies - Handicap.
The problem is it - my embryo, give birth to me an heir.
I entered the door with a kick, interrupted (.....).
Reed turnip, on the courts, with the show off cheap - nonsense.
The boys from the area all, showing a member, mother I fucked, and father, (mommyob).
DISScography and Schizzo,
With my flow, all the desks were enough to swear. (self-promotion).
I dealt with this quickly and did not lick a point,
Like a lousy fagot Miaurizio. How many idols did you give my loyalty and my intuition?
A character trait is such a rage, despise, but continuing to be proud.
In this century, the second like me is unlikely to be born.
Rapelektroschokk - first battle hit,
The first scream from RW left - laughter-shame, with all the beef.
Playstation battlefield today seems like a kindergarten
And I knew that everything would return to me as a vile hell.
A liar in a hug won't meet the truth
But today Wang whispers to me,
What very soon shines for you - bastard!
Old city, narrow streets, dim lights, moonlight.
Your prodigal son has returned.
I’ve been here from a very young age, on the verge of strength, having swept half the world,
Moored in despair, like an Exodus to Palestine.
I called hope, but she was silent.
To sink to the bottom like in Bruges, or all evil start over again?
Friends? - I don’t have them. Cupcake in Hamburg,
Suicide and coma, it changes.
Bizi's call and a ticket to Berlin, with all my strength.
A Long Way Out of Poverty, Only Death on Credit - Louis Ferdinand Celine
I drank a liter a night, Vano kakosil wildly.
What kind of creativity? Binge of the Underworld - intro.
But strangers Input / Output does not convey to my world.
Feelings in Spanish and Captain's Love -
I got lost in a hurry by self-deception
Having lost the most important thing.
Mixtape painful, I wrote off his wounds.
Someone had little fucking, then I fucked his mother.
Danke Bizi for everything, but I left without signing with him.
I went through everything myself, not obeying his drunken lady.
And without feats with his mediocre crowd,
Although a carriage with a carriage was served
And all of Berlin was looking for a connection.
Go fuck, I'm not your colleague.
The conditions were simple, to send Lenin away,
But I, not a hysterical woman from London - we left with Lenin.
I was temporarily silent.
Six months are lost, deciding to throw everything to hell,
But I could not understand, so goofy for sure.
Hatred, stimulus of inspiration - love for a girl.
All that I can do is creative, without him I am worthless.
Lenin dumped in Rio, the trio fell apart.
Mediocrity in the capital is a triumph.
Hyip goes out and my footprint melts away
But suddenly at the end of the tunnel the light is Skype.
At Starbucks meeting with Phlatline.
Hatred is a weed in the soul, Dimon hurries to burn it.
Mixtape is ready, "Madman's Notes"
And all that was - was important.
I let go of my paper plane.
Past the towers and through the wide arches,
From the window opposite Charlotte Park. Empire from scratch bro, noodles on the ears.
You betrayed me and shit in my soul
And while you took off, I fell deeper.
He was silent and listened.
But you forgot the main thing brother
I didn’t stop being better.