It all started with a cassette somewhere
In the distant 16 years, a friend gave
Which are no longer there.
Said: "You can erase it if you don't like it."
But the turnip recording will forever remain on it.
Who cares what our hero liked,
What matters is that the rap liked it.
Happens to everyone.
Let the others have a slightly different scenario,
But too many started out like that.
First, memorize the text, then the entrance.
The street name is more terrifying, for example "best".
A story about such a best will go now.
What was said above suits him just right.
He knew his favorite performers better than anyone,
I wrote a little myself. And he rehearsed in secret from his parents.
There was a problem with the cons, he took strangers.
Did you write yourself? Thoughts arose:
“Reading alone is stupid. It's easier to pay for the studio
When there is a group. When there are people
Who will support, despite the fact
They barely hold the microphone in their hands.
This is bullshit, ”he mused.
“But I'm the best.
Compared to the rest, you can only listen to me. "
The composition changed with the only frequency
That those who had no cash problems came.
Does he want to walk that road?
One that only a few have passed.
Time passes, values change.
That at the end of the path, not everyone will be able to know. (2p.)
Is there a result. Already 3 songs.
There are 10 people in the team, the best has become crowded.
It is united with the "Words of Longing" group.
Now you can work, and not f *** ing brains!
2 years have passed. The composition is still the same.
"Words of longing" are not mosquitoes already.
They grow like yeast before our eyes.
They are already recognized and even on the Internet they wrote "best cool".
Everyone is for hip-hop, everyone is for friends, everyone is for an idea.
He does not regret the time and money killed.
Possesses excellent technique of creating sound,
Minus to poke in an hour is not science for him.
Shakes hands upon arrival at work.
Money, respect. The real best is here.
Another year, more songs, but saddens
Creativity does not get further than acquaintances.
The stairs go up, but the movement has stopped.
Everything that was dreamed so often before did not come true.
Can a rap send n * t?
But he's so expensive. Can I keep writing?
The result is to wait 40 years later.
How not to betray an idea, if an idea betrayed you,
Who can know? Ambition.
In a heart pricks with needles.
The song may have a new character.
And if he fights, he will achieve a lot.
But will his road go further?
Does he want to walk that road?
One that only a few have passed.
Time passes, values change.
That at the end of the path, not everyone will be able to know. (2p.)
