I didn’t grow like everyone else, changing the pain into success,
Losing blood from my veins, casting the sun into the shadows
Burning hundreds of sects, giving birth to thunder and tornado,
Gripping a cross in your teeth, call me just Zeus.
Sorry to sail back, only the skipper is alive - Abba,
Even closing my eyes, I see your death - Wang,
Page opened the gates, burned folders, books - Vandal,
The tracks are impudent, strong, there is no marriage - Landau.
Rap about carrots, yards - no boring, though,
I went to the side of evil, I have Kent - Rout,
You have a pack of whitefish, down, my God, give them back the brain,
Nothing comes into their heads - Berlioz.
Rappers screaming out loud as they feel sorry for the throat
After all, they will tear their throats, they will scream at home,
They rod in the distance - drown at the bottom off the coast
I am incurable color blind - everything is violet to me.
There’s no way to break up when there’s no ambition,
By doing ordinary rap, sin praying for him
Look at the faces of laughter, as if Vicin is here,
Remember the principle, because if I’m near you, you’re the vice age.
With me a string of troubles, a gallows having fun on my neck,
I will pour you in - Wikileaks, the city tells me secrets,
I'll cry with a sore throat, this is my proud feat
That I don't appreciate you anymore - Holden Caulfield.
I have no equal here, competitors tear wounds,
Praying at me like naive sectarians
Not a rhyme in battles, carries a stench from them,
I corner ms as if they are a degree.
I write texts in the dark, my sun is a lamp,
I run to my childhood for a day, looking for anger, wounds,
It’s worth strangled by a jar, on the shelf a mole in a frame,
Everyone hates me, but I'm the hero of the enemies - Garber.
