Slim:
I fly on the wings of the night, the katana is sharpened,
Hip-hop is clearer, I'm weird
I'm not a fan of sharpening once again
Now I write to my phone in the same crooked handwriting.
They say I need to do it easier and easier,
After all, you read it in 2004 about donuts.
But as you want, and I do it so that it rolls in
In dark basins with high and low waist.
Without any contracts, though on computers,
But we can invigorate the contact purely with the computer.
Samopal from under the carpet mad fuse,
The weighed goods tore off the claws.
We stir for life in the local houses,
This tough nut is too tough for many.
And someone there on the streets did not recognize you,
That your rap failure is your own fault.
There is no strength in the body without strength in words
I cruise in zero gravity like an astronaut.
A huge country everyone is waiting for leaf fall,
And whose portrait is the light on the new sheets?
I believe that everyone is a fuck, and I haven't been to the Central Administrative District for a long time
But I will be until the end, the ball is sucked in.
Salam to the moles, well, or hello to the hulks,
I rolled up the blank so that it would blow up normally.
The character is the same - insolent, here I stay,
After all, for so many years he paved the way with a beat in tandem.
And to everyone who in the subject in simple through micro gave a sound,
Hello to all of ours who have been here and will be heard.
HTB:
Again on white sneakers, past the avenue to the house.
Here, every third lay tracks past the box office, give a fuck!
Whatever your staff, you can hardly
Lay different sails to get in focus
When there is something to remember, the soil floated.
A minimum of left words and the one who knew more here,
Between such lines, in general, you yourself read at night.
Sometimes a hopchik pops up for you with a cop in a pipe under the house,
In order not to see these fools the number is not in the zone.
You can foresee that, here that, the glasses are worn,
It is possible to turn off the micro, make it louder,
While the devils are spreading something here, the handwriting is muddled.
It is not the first year that Hublot has been inhabited from the city,
Your new day was sung by those who are here light.
And the one who tried to settle is hardly a donkey,
If you tried the stranded here, as if you would not cry
It is quite normal between concrete buildings
You go through hard traffic in digital format.
And if you knew the truth, you would hardly be wasting time
Then to be reduced to nonsense and your rap fell to the floor.
The character is the same - into a bastard and here I will not be reduced,
After all, for so many years he paved the way with a beat in tandem.
And to everyone who in the subject in simple through micro gave a sound,
Hello to all of our people who have been here and will be heard.
Slim:
The character is the same - insolent, here I stay,
After all, for so many years with a beat in tandem paved the way,
And to everyone who is in the subject in simple through micro gave a sound
Hello to all of ours who have been here and will be heard.
