Personal arsenal of explosives .
Yes, I'm sick of it and I'm sick of it since childhood.
When playing a bit I am very close to a heart attack .
Pressed play, the mind makes barter
Rhymed between space and sends me,
If rap is like an ocean , then dive head.
Even without knowing how to swim , knowing that I would go to the bottom.
Every evening and night sitting , howling at the moon.
Another line , another dose of drug ,
To get rid of dullness earthly bondage.
To get rid of the pain, impregnated, ate .
Lower the mind to the level of pawns.
And I'm short-tempered , sinful, almost defeated, rabid .
But somewhere between veshek still remained the same.
Me everywhere gaps me and beats and cuts .
But the muse holds the rod and we have it Vrej !
While she was with me , I am ready to step off the cliff .
While she was inside , I'm ready to challenge the sky.
No matter what's around . World of solid or unsteady .
As long as the candle burns . Aims to win.
Top picks are not Boeing or so from Kreka curtains,
Yes, I sometimes melancholic , but not from your love story .
And in my room only for women in red ,
What gives me the paper , quietly dictating phrases .
And wherever it was not of the times, know
She'll be back when I go back to the edge.
Will be able to get any circle of hell the soul,
A couple of clean sheets , all that she is needed.
Quite often remember the first sheet from the stack ,
I wrote about friendship , how could it be otherwise.
I do not remember the lines, but I remember the reaction of the Bati .
Thank you called crap. I also devoted to truth .
And I will be faithful , be sure until the blood through the vein ,
Even after being in the sky , I'll be honest in anger.
Opening the door truth , and let the animals bare their teeth .
The flame burns in my body , does not intend to give up .