Once again I start everything from scratch
And I don't care what kind of problems change me stole
My heart is still replacing me bits
I would have sent everything for a long time, if I didn't like
It all started with the tape tree cassette "Rhythm-y", having heard them
I wanted to make rap myself.
In a backpack, cylinders with paint and compilations of Pavian
I was closer to Russian rap, I did not understand English.
Slaves of the lamp, D.O.B, Nonamerz, South, ..
Big Black Boots, Tuski Light, bone cargo, Damat.
I grew up by recalculative from the 99th,
On the cardboard at the entrance Break dancing with the guys.
First Demo on Old Panasonic
And I knew league plots by heart, even asked.
This is all my story and I have nothing to be ashamed,
Ahead of the dream and I go to meet him.
(2 times)
I'm still from the street and I'm still hungry.
In my school notebooks there were only rhymes and sketches,
I believed that sooner or later I would be seen.
And even in the most difficult minutes not kis
Knowing that life more than once will ask me to go on bis.
The game does not always stand the candle, but I'm not afraid to risk
And I do not care that for someone my syllable is rescued.
I do not go about the stupid herd
I do what I consider it necessary, and not what it is necessary.
Let's leave light paths for weak
Not me, and you buried rap in the mud deep.
I admitted my mistakes, I had enough strength to it
Last ST1M remained behind the blurred silhouette.
What time, such and the characters, their mother
Tkni in any rapper finger - inadequate, and
Enough to indulge in this cult of soulless rhymes
There is no flight to the top, but I will get there on foot.
(2 times)
I'm still from the street and I'm still hungry.