(Dramatics)
They took his head out of the trench
I knew it would come with experience
Fear, doubts - wires
Let them disappear
To be complete, not hollow
Then it was prepared for us
Wounded on the field
But thanks to that they became
All in a heartbreak we prem with a topot
Confused you are in a moment of one hundred pounds
You are broken, we will beat with lines
Having scored from that time on the pit stops, we
Do not try to grab an ax or fist
Smell to kill gunpowder
After all, he was absorbed into the pores with milk
Rhythms seem to be gas on the floor, rhymes rhymes here under a hundred
From west to east, repita
Forgetting to press the feet
Rhythms seem to be gas on the floor, rhymes rhymes here under a hundred
From west to east, repita
Forgetting to press the feet
Rhythms seem to be gas on the floor, rhymes rhymes here under a hundred
From west to east, repita
Forgetting to press the feet
Rhythms seem to be gas on the floor, rhymes rhymes here under a hundred
From west to east, repita
Forgetting to press the feet
The walls will collapse under a gap
We will beat from the guns with excitement
Enough to whine, Definish your eyes, friend
I eat these stupidly for breakfast
Your hip-hop here is byte, this is shame
You need not Mike, but a crutch
After all, I'm here guys, sorry
Alas, you all have to go to the monastery
So that the trace is caught, because you instantly give out
We will answer in response and you hit
As if in fire the field is soaked there
After all, this is my anger, and there is no stone on a stone
We will overcome any brood of htony, like flies and remember
Remember, whoever was
Not under war on me, if I don't understand
Rhythms seem to be gas on the floor, rhymes rhymes here under a hundred
From west to east, repita
Forgetting to press the feet
Rhythms seem to be gas on the floor, rhymes rhymes here under a hundred
From west to east, repita
Forgetting to press the feet
Rhythms seem to be gas on the floor, rhymes rhymes here under a hundred
From west to east, repita
Forgetting to press the feet
Rhythms seem to be gas on the floor, rhymes rhymes here under a hundred
From west to east, repita
Forgetting to press the feet
