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chorus:
He threw rap
Miserable nonsense
Children's chatter
Turned off the microphone
And closed his mouth
He crossed out the text
I drove a thought
Rap is not mine
I will not be back

I was a poet
Enchanted once was
When I got the first experience
How gold was washed
now diamond cutting process
But I hung
I don't know where the truth is hanging from the edge
Looking down

hip-hop is no longer a riot
rap is striptease
With a pure soul
In a dirty show
What did I get into?
Why gloss and shine
Turn off the micro
And I'm leaving for the forest

I came to repair the Likbez
But without tears
I can't look
On a bustle farce
And what used to sparkle
shine of the eye
It turned into minced meat
Small phrases
Marijuanna and alcohol
gave fruits?
Give water
To rinse the minds
And in order to give fruits
brain
We must keep in them
at least one belief bend
++++++++++++ MARE
Rap did not die
he died
The hero becomes
Dying on sheets for corrupt stuff
Imagine you
As the poet is tired
write
Without a response in the minds on the lips

emptiness
From the poet made an enemy
He was raw -off
horns grew
He became like a hero from porn
Sorry
For karma that sea
But the norm is lost
fundamentally
This is the tragedy of the people
When overboard
All treasures are not heated by thieves
And the author himself
He sold his nonsense
He betrayed himself
Putting the form
stop!

I have to convict
what to teach
I will become those who
Given the beginning to live
What I created
gritting teeth
Does not save you
You fly to the wall with a yuz

And how can you not dig the truth here with your nose
when work on wear becomes manure

So let this good text be
Like a manifesto
this is
the end.