• Alternbrock •
The evening passed unnoticed, now the night came.
I again with a notebook, smoking one after one.
I send everything to hell, I send everything away,
After all, everything is so interference, SKA needs peace
I will smear in the morning, everything is extremely simple.
Two days without sleep, what fuck couplets,
Again in the four walls, I need air.
Open the sky, hmm .. let's not talk about it.
For the first time in a month I took a notebook and handle,
With faith, tomorrow I was postponed for later
So what I'm talking about, and the campaign is about the best.
About microphone, texts, recording reduction, free.
How many days did not know for sure
But I am sure that I'm not at all in vain,
Yes, what about days as keen at night.
Well, however, it does not matter, let's not go now ...
•chorus•
Rap is not a game ... rap is art ..
This is a splash of emotions, reflected in the music.
Hundreds of written sheets, hike even more.
And I whatever the compact on the expectation of burning ...
• zona'x •
In rape is not the main line, most importantly what their meaning is
With thoughts, all nafig went, why don't write,
I stood on the edge, I do not know - just hung,
What is rap, I don't understand yet ..
Perhaps in love masses, but not something wrong
Or maybe because of the grandmothers, it is not about me,
Yes, I myself do not know, but ska take a microphone.
This type will tell me: let's start.
And how many torn texts, those that failed.
How many nerves are spent, xs .. quite a lot.
Again in the bit did not hit, inside - let's gather.
Well, it seemed to have been wrinkled, it seems to be worthy.
Years have passed, it seems like the nerves of okay,
And much better than my corey text.
Everything is quiet, calm, safely my notebook.
This is not the last, but today is the end.