Hands to convey
Legs to let go
The sun to illuminate my path
There is not much strength
Sprouts will grow, leaves will grow
There is no turbidity, there is not much strength
The heart beats in the chest of that look jumping
The body will take in peace and everything will end here there is no choice
But while there is time, I will be on the way, I will glow like an eternal flame
Absence of sleep, joy and pain I will give you here
*We will live forever*
Consider up to a hundred, we are already close to replenish the list
Is there a way out here, but here few people rule a point?
Minimum words, more things take more things
It is endless, create something incomparable eternal
*YES YES YES*
Take and mark with a tip exactly on the target
It is here, I will find myself or kill myself with thoughts internally hundreds of loops
They strangle someone, a day from a day, apparently in vain, I came here
You think yes, but I don't bear our burden.
Behind the windowsill the world, light access so get it
Far son,
*Tiki Tiki Tiki Pom, Tiki Tiki Dream like this*
Be yourself, don't show your face
Sir, sex is heard due to concrete walls man
At least two knocks for the heart,
Three Childhood Peace
*WE*
We see bridges, we see your favorite dreams at night
What are you hearing there?
Try to change, do
Stain the syllable, rap is far from pont
Life is boiling here, this is my second front
*Yes it is here*
*Chechechechet*
Loves from everyone, seven, Maxifam guess,
Here, here, like there, everything
There, there, like everything here,
District number four
*Sykpeit!*
Hands to convey
Legs to let go
The sun to illuminate my path
There is not much strength
Sprouts will grow, leaves will grow
There is no turbidity, there is not much strength
Steppe dogs torn side by micro
Broken broken syllable, someone from darkness
Falls a bloody eye, call me a Brooklyn cat
Behind her mother’s shift, he hid his dairy mouth
The network was like Don Carleon, son
What the fuck trunks, the meeting of your back with a reinforcing rod
And you will eat that fingers on the clave are knocking well,
While I hid a nickle so warmly
On the flank who?
The carrier of ridiculous mustaches, the monastery will gob
City for the letter U in the subway, but without the metro
At the speed of the guts stagnation,
In faceted glasses per hundred in the area of construction
So we live, then we smoke the top of the atmospheric layers
For the correctness of words, in the honor of boys
For the sharp tongue with a tip under the rib
Take a breath from the plass mass container with a bucket
And roll tower under the cue ball
Here are those who know in a hard hip-hop.
Not blown away, meet a clear Headshot
Apparently God gave good in Rap, but tore my sneakers
In the valiant compton of a lot of paths, with them stopped
Start how much in the bucket is that the train left and the nerves in it
That there is love in these wilds, a woman rap my *virgin *
Sanepidem Station in the mouth to us, dirty text abode
Maximum Master above the word, the minimum master will get drunk
Dachshund from the station to the house *at home *to three -rooms to someone *again *
Start a new path, like a huckster to merge and leave the epaulets
This is my Bedsvia sector
Apparently became poison in the form of metaphors these thieves only in songs
Good rapper Depressive rapper, but it falls from the Ostankino tower
On the asphalt, the remains are the rap.
