Andy Panda:
What's this time?
What sense do all of these songs make?
What's special about them, fella?
I'm in no rush to afford a Lambo,
My accelerator's falling off
I'm watching drowsy flowerbeds
Blurred fcking face in puddles
Luntic and rap tales at the nightfall
Kids have forgotten the reality
At night my nggs
Make bangers sitting in the studio
My guys are creators,
My guys are at the level
This city smothers, presses
Did you hear these screams too?
It’s time to make a hot style
I'm at home with rap, it's my abode.
In the streets with acrid views
Btches know almost no mercy
I've heard their music,
There's only flex and fun
There's nothing except stench
I emptied full clip
Came to visit
Look, how bad he is
Everything I was witnessing at times has gone
Drunken disorderly,
broken dishes,
I freak out again,
I was shadowfighting again,
I'm not lost again.
Bashes around the block,
Roaming and thoughts
Once there'll be some noise,
Once there'll be a shot.
TumaniYO:
If you were born in a place,
where everyone survive -
take your chance, take your chance
All you need
to rise from knees
in your mind, in your hands.
Don’t forget, don’t forget
Miyagi:
White forces
Have brought me to the hood
where I was adopting vernacular
where the dirt was being dished
for what there was no reason of saying
Howling on baritone
the world went viral,
Likes and reposts
Don't take away my sound!
Don't take away my sound!
Don't take away my sound!
We don't start (discussing) these tales
Like a rastaman - a weight
We don't find any sense in it
Our gang's anti-stress
No one will find me, no one will find me
I got lost in clouds
No one will find me, no one will find me
Hajime's in hearts