Lo-Fi mastah, bits of outer class
East feels like to them perfectly .
We vorvёmsya the building of ITAR-TASS
and the herd has grown into one rasskachannuyu mass.
It's cool to see perfectly in different ways,
as Idian caste or religious brotherhood,
we are in a trance , music , global language , man,
We Bazaar on it , it's our whole life .
Poebat to release, we are superior than showbiz ,
it will not listen to any player Ass Kissing Guy .
Fucking , because we do not have here a stupid rednecks ,
so we fucking heard, but not seen.
People in different cities, but on one 's radar .
In mp3 format megabytes buzz you donate ,
a drug looks like you take it,
when goosebumps , you understand me .
Here painted graffiti , and then dancing breakdance ,
here oblique blow , and then packed weight.
Here sparkles advertising, and then Spartak Moscow ,
this dream city , because there raskad father .
I breathe your air, leaving in its own garden ,
and hundreds of hacks , I will not write snot .
My homeland , here: the sea , the fields , weave , forests ...
My beliefs , my , I krapalyam wove them himself.
ProEvolution, dom2 , internet, whitefish and scan .
The garage is hidden ninja , at the gates of the blue Nissan.
Let us carry it minus , I patriot microphone
winner of the bard , you popret , not the word .
I -mc v12, for me rap freeway
on it nesus 220 , both Ryazanke to Moscow.
Dance lezginka , lambada , but at least ballroom dancing .
I'm in my mouth fuck Russian rap as Russia ebala golandtsev . Hey !