Текст песни FUBA - Долгий путь домой

1 part _____________________________________

spare me the glare of zero in my eyes.
while the evidence flows down your lips in the bushes
we see how an empty vacubular pulls you back
and the excitement melts after your applications for the start

avid wolves that coveted a pack of dogs
MS needs a plan by status, but weak on record
You cannot be compared with me in any way, take a closer look
I, as a veskar, do not let go of the vesk

the topic is far away if not young and full of sand
you were looking for an excuse to fill empty spaces
in gray text where rap is poison - no meaning of the word
you need to get off the ladder, because your board is ripped off

trodden paths home at all times set a trap
you scream the howl while I prepare the ending
passers-by go out of their way to be different
on each other like two peas, FUBA will help them

the days were stupidly lived, the lights flickered unreasonably
rains hit the past, drops flowed from the sofa
the heart trembles from thunder, here in secluded places to disappear
and forget again in a moment today, clogging up the devices

glimmers sparkled among dark spots in the sky
people changed their appearance objects changed their appearance
the system kept in a cage those who are carried with the wind
noticed a few years later that advice is fading

(CHORUS) a hole at home and a bunch of rubbish - all that you were looking for
there is some sand left in the clock - thanks to heaven
what keeps you here, you could not understand, did not taste it yourself
the circle of those for whom you stood

a hole at home and a bunch of rubbish - all that you were looking for
there is some sand left in the clock - thanks heaven
what keeps you here, you could not understand, did not taste it myself
how the circle of those for whom you stood

Part 2 ____________________________________________________
interview
add chicken to soup
chicken under the bit piss
he glasses himself into the female fell

FOR ADDITION OF KOSYH TODAY UNDER THE POPE FLAG
I am the most fashionable in this collective farm THE GIFT OF FATE ITSELF
everyone who is opposite for a long time SHOULD BE POSSIBLE IN THE SHIRTS
if you hear me then know, I live among the glances

I'm Jimmy Jam, the most technical, fucking ass kid
My pops fuck from cars, look what a rhyme the fuck

Part 3 _____________________________________________________

call me GOD, I walk on texts like on water
I shine a white light on your maiden in the dark
To the world - no, if they took your pop music for rap
I am stuck on the site more with us Jimmy.NET

and half the trouble that you hear the smell of victory
you can’t bear it, you are passing through the battle
couple home son, it's damp under you
you are not an MC, your ceiling is a parade in leggings

Jimmy is so talented that everyone cares about the lamp for a long time
turned gray from the saddle in the seventh
That FUBA will finish it today, on the face of it
So he tried to merge me - here is extremism with my end

The test tube twirls you, you have no chance to stay afloat
you are second-rate - go to food
you are a rapper but not here, even the ending is not the point
because skinny Jimmy makes pop music much better

(CHORUS)
wherever you spit - everywhere MC butchers
sharpening skils in the shadow of a steriotive on TV
my inner voice screams, YOU STRETCH THEM
Jimmy won't last long - disposable MC