I'm kippah brine
Welcome to home
Let's paw, let's disperse it
snoring and concretes in unison
The gangway in the area is sleeping
but smokes and does not speak
Don't wake the wild one
After all, every bandit in the district
Sits and remembers this motive
You have to pay for jambs
The killed is unlikely to be killed
Non-nominated polymath
Digs formulas or sleeps
I'm going to mix coffee again
The city and I are one love
In the evening we will pokuralesim
Asata is gaining weight
In the meantime:
flights, clips, tracks, clothes
For your people
for their people
I do not follow the canons of fashion
Do not love me
You don't do much weather
Criticism or laurels
I'm stupid about the drum
Badabum, Badubum
Badabig, Badabum
It's a parasite's crazy love
courtyard music
Badabum, Badabum
Badabig, Badabum
This is freedom for my soul
and close boys
Badabum, Badubum
Badabig, Badabum
It's a parasite's crazy love
courtyard music
Badabum, Badabum
Badabig, Badabum
This is freedom for my soul
and close boys
I'm Harry Houdini, a prisoner of routine
Which is paired with time without stopping flies
still aground our all ships
we are waiting for an everlasting repeat
Beware the crew, don't cough
Disruption of the tower dwells here High floor
It's creepy here, kapets; and the story is over
But still the bike is spinning
Our AMG is zero
Where is zero?
Where are the singles?
Where do the bullets howl?
Who is the turn-by-turn?
Who is a warrior?
Asata-Will not leave without a fight
The crowd is not on principles, not princes
But by any means not pawns in legends
Sheath your swords
there is a battle on the needles Foil and so on
you give it up
Body loads
you will need twice as much
Poems are not the topic of incognito tera
Here are the saddest nights
On the streets without problems
every yard and district
Recognizes our handwriting
We are here to thaw for sure
Biboig in my soul is a shell
There is nothing to do here bro
Hip Hop is my everything
I write like a donkey relentlessly
Those who have been in the routine for a long time
My beat doesn't rock them
They call me strange, okay
I'm stuck with muses, in a dilemma
Tracks: Biggie, Tupaca, Eminem
The broadcast point is the same
city of comfort and blue sky
It's time for me to distribute the stages
I've been in business for seven years
And as if there is still no album
and it gnaws
Away statutes, dilemmas, and wars
As for TV, a rather chubby one pushes d * beats.
For what?
For what?
For fun
I'm a rapper, but no longer a doctor
Let this choice come out sideways to me
But then, I believe, Lok's mania
it will lead me to not near not near
the star I was looking for in the sky
Lying all this time under the windows
I dreamed about
what I have for a long time
Badabum, Badubum
Badabig, Badabum
It's crazy love, parasite
courtyard music
Badabum, Badabum
Badabig, Badabum
This is freedom for my soul
and close boys
Badabum, Badubum
Badabig, Badabum
It's a parasite's crazy love
courtyard music
Badabum, Badabum
Badabig, Badabum
This is freedom for my soul
and close boys