Verse:
They took away, swept everything under clean
There are no more places, and I protest
It may seem that they took all the chairs.
You can with your, part stupid
Wait until the old ones get away for too long
Especially since there is a replacement for a long time there.
Yes, and not soon happen descendants waste
Therefore, we need ideas, I had to come up with a meeting
You feel the style
Someone will melt, maybe it will be the camp
We will not tie, but it seems that somehow the shit
But doing like you are doomed to failure
Yes, I did not stand out even sitting aside
So far late for shelling
I'll start my race soon
After all, you can combine, because it is so important to all
Dilute playlist
And almost everyone is blind to the text
Do different things, it will not immediately turn out
Awesome nonsense and sense in some places
No idols, no one should head
Prioritize, but not executable by the way.
You need to be different for them, soon the interest will flood
If the muse does not leave become god you are in every style
Maybe even in the genre, get cold, not hard to heat up, or
Just jump, get involved in them, and then serve with heat from the heat
Do not rhyme, and tekstovik
I select the text for them
Minus or track repit
I just make sense
Lines - handwriting each
But the set is not important
I write slowly, impressively
Only when there is courage
Sense of rhythm instrument
Suitable, all or no
We gather a quartet
PR only accent
Organization percentage
No one there is an extra cent
Music is a panacea
From the blues, you're on the sights
Melomania in styles, for each there is a track
Give only a couple of seconds, and while you prepare the compartment
I emphasize all genres at once
Frames are not my profile, so swag and grime in one person
To understand more listen to the tracks you need everything
Either part or better with a single track grade, it's easier
There is an old style and there is even a new slang
And there is for those who love harder.
