My verse will lead you by the hand to the volcano with Sakura,
Where is the music for me the style of the pen, and I play on the notes,
Not for you, and not remember for yourself ..
And so that the soul does not hurt,
To write the desire to write
As a garden in which a notebook burned.
Spit for thoughts, no one needs them.
All the robots are self -serving, hey look there on TV
Brother Catch, this is a comet in the ghetto,
The rays is warmed in winter and summer in the spring and
The fourth this fall I will spend somewhere in the shower with a trim ..
There is no envy, there are goals
Desires and plans for the next year,
So that everything old in the old remains and
It became like an old unnecessary PIN-KOD,
And I forgot unfortunately or fortunately,
A* never to know anyone,
B* never understand anyone.
There is no envy, there are goals
Desires and plans for the next year,
So that everything old in the old remains and
It became like an old unnecessary PIN-KOD,
And I forgot unfortunately or fortunately, a*
Never recognize anyone
B* never understand anyone.
In the darkness we live a brother and alas with fear,
I'm not afraid to convey this through the songs,
When these huts will become ashes in the theater.
There will be no then who to tell after that,
There, along the reeds river, it burns so wildly clearly,
It is difficult for the authorities to extinguish them with every hour,
Let the lines of the poor poet be the wind carries a holiday
Patience is already not sewing up with a red thread.
The comet flies into the ghetto and there is no chance of preventing this brother,
You observe a warmed rape rape with
The beam of light, the explosion of the planet is so huge, in VOU,
We read about this under our proprietary ladder Grand Floo,
rear rap station - our virus,
I will apply the manuscript to the papyrus, infection of the brain under the minus,
This alignment did not predict Ginnes,
We fly on a comet and look right at you,
There, at that kid, you see the napas,
He screams atas atas, in the near impact,
The comet lands, giving the focus of the fire, everything ...
Fucking the landing successfully,
RAP Epidemic spreads deliciously,
From the zombie rap 123,
In the comet, my style was hidden by catching
How to hit the avalanches of the year
We fly for years we are not sober sometimes,
Right now sober mikatana,
Two captains, like the blow of Saitama,
The epidemic spreads with the help of wind
When the pagoda is around, suddenly faded
Killing and swinging the body, within a meter
The poison of a forgotten retro enters your wounds,
Max Green on the remote control, it's just an attack
Mikatana, screams, run away omhafaka
He threshes around raises your land with a jack,
Fuck like a tint, but this is behind the scenes.
There is no envy, there are goals, desires and plans for next year,
So that everything old in the old remains and
It became like an old unnecessary PIN-KOD,
And I forgot unfortunately or fortunately,
A* never to know anyone,
B* never understand anyone.
There is no envy, there are goals, desires and plans for next year,
So that everything old in the old remains and
It became like an old unnecessary PIN-KOD,
And I forgot unfortunately or fortunately,
A* never to know anyone,
B* never understand anyone