Рэп, который по-лютому прет

My game over the years has become a super- game.
Passing level after level , has become a super- hero .
Rostov- on- Don , mnogorayonny Armageddon
I am far away, but we're under the same sky with you, my neighborhood .

The sun is sleeping in the clouds - a pale yellow spot ,
Play & quot; & quot ;, the Beatles do muzlo .
Once upon a time , on a computer bespontovye we did
That others have failed to & quot; Abbey Road & quot; in London.

Of course, it would be cooler with lots of dough ,
But fortune made ​​us start from scratch.
A little bit of work ... Actually , a lot of work ...
God willing, brother - will be bread and water .

Morning fog as wool - plastered skyscrapers .
And today - the day off and , thank God - no extras.
Start his slip , meal without glasses , not fastened ,
Would not have met with Uncle steppe.

Alas, my poems writes old Beryl
And with the clergy of their people do not read Patriarch Kirill .
Sasha Pushkin, in poetry - a measure of Meryl ,
Will not be able to evaluate my style , real or not real.

For me, hip-hop - a hobby than a hellish work .
That's the whole truth, it is - and there is truth.
This is - the music of young and proud !
You're not inside stuh yet ? So , go early to rest.

Computer, midi , micro , two monitors ,
Puer stronger to moisten the throat. Recording gone !
After all, on the other side , someone is waiting for rap
Which is lyutomu pret !

Chorus:
Time is tight ! However , as before, -
I was rushing rap, which is lyutomu pret !
We are all different, and even hip-hop !
I - I choose to rap , which is lyutomu pret.

Time is tight ! But , as before,
I was rushing rap, which is lyutomu pret !
Whoever in the subject , that in anyone understand -
Rap, which is lyutomu pret.

It's like something I waited too long , though ...
Heat did not rise to the upper floors , though ...
Soul covered with spines like a hedgehog -
Although take it and go away somewhere in Birobidzhan .

- Where to?

I got some cynical and angry.
Thoughts and feelings , as frozen stray dogs .
Stars in the sky , small diamond rash.
Behind the wall chanting bass , a neighbor had a son.

I called her , but there watching dreams.
Drizzle - not the rain , not snow, steel watch .
Pray for forgiveness sins , still brewed TG ;
You have muddied , but empty in the head.

Delayed Parlicov strong , nose up in smoke -
And like all keys, even in the gaiwan water.
Swing for the senses - Hard Up-Down,
This is probably the most underground.

I play the piano for plastic midi ,
I live in my own world - illiterate lyricist .
Five lines , treble clef , seven notes ,
Here it is rap, which is lyutomu pret ...

Rap, which is lyutomu pret !

Chorus:
Time is tight ! However , as before, -
I was rushing rap, which is lyutomu pret !
We are all different, and even hip-hop !
I - I choose to rap , which is lyutomu pret.

Time is tight ! But , as before,
I was rushing rap, which is lyutomu pret !
Whoever in the subject , that in anyone understand -
Rap, which is lyutomu pret.

Time is tight ! However , as before, -
I was rushing rap, which is lyutomu pret !
We are all different, and even hip-hop !
I - I choose to rap , which is lyutomu pret.

Time is tight ! But , as before,
I was rushing rap, which is lyutomu pret !
Whoever in the subject , that in anyone understand -
Rap, which is lyutomu pret.

I choose to rap ! I choose to rap !
I choose to rap ! Rap, which is lyutomu pret.
I choose to rap ! I choose to rap !