RapPress:
Motor roar, tire smell, xenon glare
Boys from my area gathered here
Whoa, this is the VRN of each basin pumped
Fully 150 in third gear
Are you confident, you look straight in the eyes
When under your ass, 4 wheels
In the luggage compartment, decibels are jumping
Another rapchina fit, catch the serve
I'm the one who rose from the bottom
I am the one whose rapchina comes out of your cans
And yo man! I will give you good advice
Stay away. Get a bat in the teeth
If you don't understand, this is the best way for migraines.
A macar bullet will bring you to your knees
This is BPN, they hate the troublemakers here
There are authorities here, so don't confuse the Ramses
I'm not a big boy, and I didn't read in the club
You have never seen my creations on YouTube
You will never measure my vocabulary
The kid from Voronezh in your speakers is laying
Maybe the rap is slow, I read like a turtle
But I'm used to being an eagle and all I need is a wave
Nobody writes about me in magazine articles
But don't try to be me, I'll still be higher
Hook RapPress:
We are the ones who rose from the bottom
We are the ones whose rapchina comes out of your pelvis
And yo man! I will give you good advice
Stay away. Get a bat in the teeth
K-Man:
Yes, I intend to be here until I lose consciousness
Yes, because I have little attention, not enough money for me, this is not mania
Mom, I just want worldwide recognition, I just want never to know
What is work, year after year, and Lord, count the days until payday
Empty in my pockets, sad. Get your guitar
I'll sing a ballad about balance below zero
Or a romance, just under the window the dogs whine
They promise reposts, likes that soon everything will be simple
If only I don't sleep through the moment
Just not to miss your luck, no
And we still step forward from the bottom
On the way to the summit of Everest, what's in store
I just don't understand, the fight for places, awards, medals
Intrigues, scandals. You are wild flocks. Open your eyes you've already lost
I'm not number one, not number one, just call me K-Man
My pocket is empty, but I'm ahead and I achieved it myself
Hook RapPress:
We are the ones who rose from the bottom
We are the ones whose rapchina comes out of your pelvis
And yo man! I will give you good advice
Stay away. Get in the teeth with a bat
Tema Bro:
I have something to show you
Time cannot be returned, someone says that time heals
Someone says it cripples, but not me
Time does not change us, because we change ourselves
We roll on the knurled until it rolls in
Killed in porridge, or in firewood, or whatever the brother?
It's dark and damp, nobody can be seen
What's not true? A?
Green Beat:
Outskirts guys fly high
Climbed up from the bottom up, I know baby you are soaring
I did what others could not
I press my slippers to the floor, I press with all my might
You can't understand me because I'm from the outskirts of the city
You cannot be understood because you are zakos under Koroba
It's my city's chronicle
I spin and run faster than Sonic
Nothing burns like the truth
I hate majors
Lucifer in the mirror, tons of shocking
For garlic *** what will they say about me
Hook RapPress:
We are the ones who rose from the bottom
We are the ones whose rapchina comes out of your pelvis
And yo man! I will give you good advice
Stay away. Get in the teeth with a bat