"Read"
Run D.M.C. and ODB who was crazy
New york state of mind still young nasir and
C.R.E.A.M. Wu Tang clan, then pumped hard
Not knowing the language, I clearly made sense
No extra work, about the ghetto and pussy
About the muddy and party, pulled into this channel
There are bandanas, these squishy fingers
Gangs, we were lugging around the area with sheep
Dreamed that deep in the black quarters
They shoot at us, but they never kill us.
A.C.A.B. and still the same nonsense
Fuck garbage, the main thing is not a beard
I picked myself up there, and I'm glad that I found
Cleanin 'Out My Closet was like a show to me
Fuck you, this is hip-hop trepanation
Brothers, I will swing this to the end of my days
I'm fine, I'm glad you stopped by
Over time, I was very reluctant but moved
To the same music, only with a Russian spirit
And there was a pile of "My game" Basta with Guf
Later Caste, followed by all the cold Peter
Next Chemo, Ram, Tipsy, neighbors sorry
My abode, my temple, my rules
And even after ten, MidiBlack knows to fuck
Your fear, you can knock on the door in a hurry
The speakers are tearing apart the Yellow Window on the repeats
Echoed the voices, so he began to write
Now the neighbors will be even worse twice
