Текст песни AllTheSame - Благими намерениями

little by little, I read poetry to you for the good only,
on the wave of the elements, two hands in blood to the elbow and
for the good, all the lines are mostly sharp,
for the benefit of bullying and mp3 electric shocks,

not a rooster in life, but when with a rival vis-a-vis,
no need to tell me here, they say, like no offense,
a yoke grew so vigorously on the opponent's neck,
we are all fighting for a sand castle here, only in an adult way,

there would be no goodwin in a pair, it would be good, I would not steam,
didn’t bother to find out what he’s going to bear on me,
he would make the track worse, but I am angry at the bazaar,
and the judges would have told him so sharply, well guy, that's it.

each new rival says that he will easily drag,
but the opinion changes ... having heard a couple of panchiks, also
rappers are afraid of me ... even stab me in the back, while
they are thrown off the roofs more often than we are on violet beer,

they say to me after listening to the songs, what the fuck, kid?
you have a tact in your reading as fasting is not observed for unbelievers.
but even Malakhov will say in spite of your abuse,
that my flight will be like a climax at twenty, it's too early here.

I don't see anyone dripping mountains of passion from rap,
but the benefits from the authorities are no more than from a plastic glass,
I can't understand what it is ... either a vision, or a dream,
but I see how my village Samara is becoming a metropolis,

you don't thump, it means that the mouth is just so bad,
drinking on the last birthday is better than the first day of the funeral,
your ideas are snot because you carry a handkerchief,
and with a good idea I only carry a bottle of booze with me,

despite the fact that in fact there is only poison in my undertakings,
my tracks have lame mixing like a damaged instrument,
I'm not chasing chicks to cry to my verses
no matter what the song is about, what is for your good and

on battles it is so rarely clean with every keel,
rap - Russia is not a culture, but there are tops and roots here,
I'm not trying in every way to make a splash over the brain,
but after a fight I don't wave my fists, but more often I pull the trigger

this is a rap about turnips, because there is no chatter at all about everyday life and fornication,
sitting down to the text, our Goodwin-balabol-poet takes a beret,
and I take offbeat, rhymes, punchy on the left rhythm,
in general, everything is just in spite of what the referees demand here,

I'm not fashionable ... yes I'm against VIPs, capes, heights,
my style is so old that it gets sandy when served,
if you are unbearable, my old school soars here,
consider that after the battle with me in a pair, guy you swallowed sand,

don't think to fall to the floor, Dim, even though battles here fell lower,
at these competitions it is not fired who licks the twenty-first finger,
I denounce Goodwin by taking off my sinister cloak of shadows,
your charms are not buzzing, because there are almost no normal punches in them,

we won't meet soon, but most likely in hell, yes,
I showed that I was a risk-taker on the sixth fire blowing
need some fuel - vodka, and two buckets, brother,
and our last hero Goodwin will go out on beats.

To remove shame from the verses of rappers,
We need to educate them, and I start from scratch,
Check on vk if Durov deleted you,
And have you read summer literature

I try to make almost every verse meaty
And my intentions, apparently, are clear to everyone,
I break benchmarks, but know, I'm far from a vandal
I am guided by a good idea - in fact, the capture,

after this pair, the hero's strength abruptly disappears,
the career has become like a line of segments here - broken.
You say you will destroy me by personally arranging the kill
but you carry no more beer than drunk waitresses

your rap is too lavish, but mine weighs a ton,
This battle needs me like a roof over my head for the homeless,
my rhymes are lego constructions, yes they are composite,
and at the ends of your remarks only the phrase "SOS" will sound from now on,

forum nerds, do not forget passwords and logins,
After all, our hip-hop after your cunt grows like Pinocchio's nose,
do you want to know how I urinate, well, damn the secret is simple,
after a couple with me, you will not have Good Win, but Bad Loss,

This is no joke because Goodwid