It was long ago, caste did not know even within Rostov.
Vova had not yet moved to Moscow from Moldova.
Then not even been very Chisinau.
There was no grendmastera flush or DJ hundred seven.
But the word. I was hovering over the water like a gadfly.
It was cold, dark, dull and bespontovo.
I said: & quot; Let there be light! & Quot ;, and, count, rolling!
In that hour the sky flamed light.
And away, I was immediately struck by the power of the head.
So be it, so be it, nakreativilsya relish.
All week plowed as Gastarbeiter, not sleep lying down.
Just something to Sunday as the dust settled and dirt.
If the devil had not pulled me last Saturday,
created Adam and Eve, now would not have been concerns.
Now, as I do not try, do not believe me, those bastards.
I sit here and think what gave the track for qualifying.
What if God was one of us?
No doubt, I'm not a storyteller and not fiction.
Do not be surprised, I did one of you.
And I'll take Battle this time.
I recorded in hotel rooms for a dead laptop,
While you're online now moaning that you track sucks svёl your friend.
That light, internet, water and gas cut off suddenly,
Broken computer, a microphone, and all the fingers of both hands.
On this occasion, I can say one interpretation.
Bad dancer falsetto apparently still not destined to sing.
Someone given to turn water into wine, and someone only
The oxygen - into carbon dioxide and food - in the shit.
Caesar - Caesar's, noise - Noyzovo,
Chet - calculations. Rap is dead in the Battle win star heavy metal.
It is a cross between a collective farm Yegor Letov Kai Metov,
Which in the framework of the genre deeply violet.
I carry his cross to Golgotha first place.
The results are well known to all, I was crucified,
And then I will rise again. 30 Judge accept my talents, not disdaining!
I created you in my image and likeness. You're right, I'm incompetent!
Yeah ...
What if God was one of us?
Do not worry, I'm not a storyteller and not fiction.
Do not be surprised, I did one of you.
And I am perturbed Battle this time
