I look out the window, the light goes out, quietly sleeps
No one on the street, on my face my sings
Luta Tosca-Packack, with fatigue together
Black crowd about yourself immediately, bitch, know gives
I would not have gone with you, only if I knew
Knew for sure-my rap garbage, every line callers
But on evil enemies already managed to admit
And I don't care about your opinion, jury, fuck your mother
How much can I have a special heresy to weave the node?
Drop the words in the social network, and in the street ask
Let go, forgive, do not beat, but we live in the country
Where is teenagers on shit danger of cartridges on fire
This is not a cereal disease, it is a dope
Among the monkeys, I like Chatsky in the "grief from the mind"
Infects instantly brain new era plague
From which the guys bitter will shove the prison
Straight from heaven to earth to us, breaking fate in dust
Wars of Light will come down and the world will crap in half
Half will rot in hell on her trouble
The rest are aware of the meaning of the word "paradise"
There is no difference who you are: savage or bon
God is good or from the world, God is distant
This is a battalion of Moscow streets, he blows life
Calling with you to help bits and knives
BAMS on the head, today almost lost mother
The sole son on the streets of cold
He called her as usual, asked not to wait
But he himself did not know that it was waiting for him in the dark
Sorry my criticism for all almost equal zero
I have all the info as Lava in your ears with a hose Lew
Happens burns, and happens heats, but
Best of all, of course, if you don't care
Do what you want, who am I, to teach you?
Different topics just love to discuss under the bit
And music sounds in me, breaks to you out
Give me a fire or a sign that I am really needed here
