[Chorus]
The essence of the time spent on hip hop
Gain experience and break out of the shackles.
Headphones in the ears, dozens of wide pants,
All this in my soul from the time of backpacks.
[Verse]
Since 2009, T in the case is head over heels, micro and the noise of the hall then I received,
Don’t frown, turn on the track louder, I’ll be all about this to the very wrinkles.
The first round, everyone please, sitdown, we turn on the headlights and continue to bring down,
They didn’t scare us and didn’t break us down, but I’m hardly such a formidable guy.
Let's start one, two, three, music is my only whim,
Bass hits up and down and everyone lies down, Nikey T on the alloy of words, sly foxes.
I put it on a beat, as if I was smearing my flow on bread, we go on get low, get low,
I turned this verse like a roll, hits the bass, break the floor! I'm rolling.