Insane
Stuffiness, flames. The air is poisoned, I would run forward, but there waiting for me hell hole.
My line is not a lesson, not advice to the masses; confession in words.
My people - not a pack of wolves, but
We are ready to start hunting again.
Hunger needs to hear the words,
The city is doing everything that would not be living a dream.
Our choice - do not give yourself the walls, what would have been the price.
It is a war on the way to their targets, the choice is made - srtelyay.
Grozey
One is a warrior, but in our world at the time.
Cold concrete will not break my honor, call me The Last Samurai.
Priority will not survive, and for a lead the crowd.
This attitude like I defeat taboo.
Spoke in the wheel - stereotypes; blocked the road format
And we sill prophesy sonatas, pyatyuni beating invented fans.
The steadfast nature, war is no longer for Respect.
You're not ready for anyone to run out to the front, place your spectator.
Two elbows in battle, killed before the battle.
Molotov and a pack of orbits we second and will give fresh breath.
Looking blood running over the head, call me now hungry vampire.
What would not you say this war is not people, it's War Bear.
Chorus
Fire, light, smoke ... screams echoed the crowd.
sb, sb, sb, ... Swaggabear! (Twice)
It does not matter who is in front of you: the enemy, a flock.
Fire in the eyes will cause melt.
My army is holding a banner at your gates.
War bears now in full swing.
Gummy
At the head of hundreds of rhymes,
Rabei not run into battle,
Bestial roar full of rhythms.
I stuffed my face on his chest.
Not small, not great, but try to slay,
Census Me I'm a hundred years changed
myself to my growth to be above others
And the three of us and this is why we sing
Jump to the cries of the people, this is mine.
Charge, giving space sheets
Himself forged call me Tony Stark
On the feet Air Joe
Ignition-Jonny Storm
Hala most fashionable, I'm not with you if that
Pont or mime I pints instead pimp
two roads-bit or screw
Wheezing or growl, volley or explosion
My world swaggabear
I'm seventy percent mixture that burns
Years welds more on this bit
Louder this bit, this bit zhesche
Now you simply have not anger
And for me it is an occasion now
Open your eyes languished where my beast
To make Hap instead HYIP that was not the Hard Light
Roar and not barking, and my rum in the glass rather than lime
And for a bit fit our bearish, bearish our trip, our relaxed Steel
Our carefree appearance, but not in the world
This var bir
