I stayed on my feet until you cry in my feet.
The path of suffering is removed, then attention is time
All you know
that before that I was holding a dream by leaks,
But this ferrous garbage disappeared by smoke from the fire.
Pupils are expanded, not LSD, but life faded with paints,
And the style of life with your corpses is only to paint outfits.
Around I see only a bunch of pans, fucking, every D.Masta.
I have grandmothers, then the VIP is the path to the paradise is inflicted.
You are mistaken and this is your distinction,
I am Metropolitan Sylvester, and you are a liemithria brothers.
Do not find urodes of monsters with us ark,
The rivers get everything into the colors of my red New Era.
Someone sits on the needle rap, and I sit on the morality,
Someone dreams of recognition, and I'm on the order,
Someone little labradzhini, I have enough cameras,
Are you still in doubt, is that me on morality?
It is time to write a book of sins: sins of fathers
For you, repentance through force, means the sparkness of all words,
Where there may be a former friend to betray everything personal publicity
I play better, in this double game.
I'm like in Nervane grief, having experienced a deja vu again
Do not Kurt Kobain, but I will give my head to my thoughts
Remember My Name, AWS Hamball blows like God
Listen to it, and not shit about jamb and loot
All i do the truth
Everything that I believe reality
Yes, I tried of course by the rules to live
But it will remain for the scene
And even though I sometimes wander,
To send ideas in reality,
Power came to me again
And now I am ready to get a fucking guy from my feet
