everyone has a moment in life
When he needs to make a choice:
Become a part of the mass or stand out.
I choose the second option.
1st Verse:
They say to me: '' Are you kidding? The hour is up
And you are unlikely to get a wait and that’s it!
After all, you are at the bottom, in the midst of heaps of Vasya and Styop.
Your compact - nonsense, I turned it on, nafig erased!
It is aimed at bitches, at sisters.
I don’t understand how I was exalted to the best.
He brings me a set of boring phrases.
Yours to rap like a bull shit face down!
I started as a third world country in a hip hop universe,
And annoyed like a howl, infant scream or call of serena
Everyone is absolutely here, I had nowhere to sit down,
But now I’m catching everyone, in these rivers I’m like a network.
In my life, they wanted to put shit on their own,
And as a gay porn director I made ends meet.
But I fell from heaven with rain, and my revenge awaits you,
I am ready, and today I will become your leader here!
My hydraulic press squeezes mercilessly
Here, almost all who so often wish
With my stupidity I insert a blade under the nail,
And my nerves are not iron, I'm not a robocop.
You want to be like me, but you are a bot and you are not in the top!
I earned the first thousand bucks on hip-hop.
Mudakov, I wouldn’t sprinkle ridiculous flattery,
Maybe I can handle you, but obviously not too tough.
Chorus x2:
Yeah, my rap is a stone on your windows!
Yes, you could like me, you would sound just as loud!
Me and my people .. This is just our race!
This is just our race! This is just our race!
2nd verse:
I did not go to your ladies, they gave me themselves.
Seeing me, bit my lips, then bit my lips.
Sorry I won’t be your friend, boys!
Mc - toilet lids - won't lift - will be pushed.
Rappers - Beatles - their songs have long been sung,
And I entice bitches like coke with meth,
They jump under the table aptly. I make their life brighter
They are my dick after sack called the end of the world!
You overwhelm me, I'm a sucker, I'm bad, and you yourself,
The walking block of cigarettes, I am the walking block Alexander!
I don’t need, bro, your contact on the phone,
I bury rappers, yes, I'm a master of ceremonies!
People are puppets, their principles are zero,
I'm not one of those, and by the way, fight with me
The brain is certainly not worth it, my dick under the tongue
Your dear imprisoned, call me a pointed star!
Chorus x2:
Yeah, my rap is a stone on your windows!
Yes, you could like me, you would sound just as loud!
Me and my people .. This is just our race!
This is just our race! This is just our race!
3rd Verse:
In your opinion, I have a way to the top of the losers,
And that I, as a priest, torment POP music,
It was infused with you like Winnie the Pooh or Nemo
I was infused with 2pac or the spirit of Eminem.
Everything is too smooth in your lives, and beckoning turns,
But the Lord didn’t put your mind to you, who was not reckless!
I open your skull, cut my hair
Simply, if you are dumb, I’m moving your brains for you!
And don't say that
I wouldn’t leave the way to an important victory for a moment,
I want to change the muted color with a bright landscape,
So that your wallet can be repetitious by putting a johnny disk,
moved an ass under a beat!
The hunger for victory overwhelmed me,
And devoured me like an apple inside a worm,
But I’ll kill the hunger with this album and I’ll be full,
And you will see who is the king and who is the prodigal son!
Chorus x2:
Yeah, my rap is a stone on your windows!
Yes, you could like me, you would sound just as loud!
Me and my people .. This is just our race!
This is just our race! This is just our race!
