Текст песни SL - Слепой Художник

and every day is a new battle under the sun
under the guise of a joker, a man who does not laugh
and hardly able to get up and perk up
people bad radio broadcast rumors

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and our inheritance is always knocking on closed doors
while careless everyone believes in victory
we are provided with the words owl in practice
show the rappers what they could not say

each in his own way draws on his litas
but why speak in the comments of elevating oneself
Like forever fashionable at the bar at night and in the club
you put stacks of chicks to reduce your ardor

I am not like you, I am sighted and mediocre lazy
I throw you into the boilers because you read crookedly
each with a style but picaso of you is not crazy
it's a dumb movie because your art does not breathe

I spit on the tower from the roof
so important but quieter
each artist below
it's time to finish hearing
hip hop on your way breathes
alas, not your niche here
after all, whoever is closer to victory wins

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and every day is a new battle under the sun
under the guise of a joker, a man who does not laugh
and hardly able to get up and perk up
people bad radio broadcast rumors