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Jahmal]
They sat on the gold porch
Tsar, Tsarevich, King, Korolevich
Shoemaker, tailor
Who will you be?
Speak as soon as possible
Do not delay good and honest people
It's not sadness, you can not download
You may not answer these questions
Why do you need coffee? Why do you need sigi?
And why do you care about books?
From whom to take an example: from a father or from a huckster?
There is always a choice: adidas or rebok
Stumble and fall, but get up and advance
Or do nothing and live life without mistakes
Shout or silent, stick out or swing
Try to figure out what you like more
Talk or fight, poison or develop
Pick up or express yourself
Sleep or read, angry or please
Multiply or divide, subtract or add
Love or saw, enrage or roll
Help in trouble or earn on it
Boy or sheep, rat or faithful dog
But I don't have to answer this question
Everything is visible in the eyes
About who you are, you only need to know you, so understand yourself

Chorus
[Jahmal]
Yes, and you can not download
You may not answer these questions
*Kid*
What do you do in life, choose yourself
You can not download
You may not answer these questions
*Kid*
What do you do in life, choose yourself
[Basta]
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
*Kid*
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?

[Basta]
I'm from Rostov, I was born and grew up there
Komsomolskaya Square, Lombard, Island
Someone was engaged in judo, someone-boxing
Someone was killed by Zimbura1, someone-Cox
Someone sat in a pre-trial detention center and sagged all eight
Someone handed it down, signing it at the end of the interrogation
I remember the stabbed uncle with a beer with a beer vodka
Talked about the cop, about the first hand
Refused Belomor, twisted the Mahorka in the paper,
Said: "Live to live comfortably"
Around the cacophony, but we continue to marathony
We are soaring about rhymes and forms, and people are in gray form
About how and whom to draw up, because the crust feeds
Sobr enters, I am assembled. Witnesses: a neighbor from the apartment opposite
Anatoly and Tajik-Dvornik. And I'm from the room on the beach at sea
This is me to the fact that everything needs to be done on time
I started to write and read out at 16
I am 32, I continue to write and read
Write and read out, shred every song
Until on the sound, it will not sound how it should
There is no time to relax, hip-hop is a troublesome thing,
But there is no arrival cooler than the arrival from when
The hall for an hour and a half sings with us in chorus,
And after the last song, from the bottom of the heart will clap us for a long time
Music - my choice, my idol, music - my idol
I'm not the only one on this ice
And when a fifty dollars hit me
I will say: "Everyone has a dream and a chance to realize them"
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Tell letters and notes
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Letters and notes will tell about this
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?

(Fragment of the Track of Deutzl - Who are you?)
Who are you, huh? Who are you, huh? Who are you?

[Jahmal]
They sat on the gold porch
Tsar, Tsarevich, King, Korolevich
Shoemaker, tailor, cartel, thieves
Judas and Noah, visiting and indigenous
Not quite good and not to say that bad
Chosen and outcast, someone sat with his back
Smart and stupid, violent and calm
Healthy and sloppy, what else and no
Peasant and cowboy and you and I
Tied or for ligaliza, gym or strip
Rap or pop
Director or deputy, Mowgli or Tarzan
Who do you need to be in life, choose yourself
Fell to the bottom - choose. What did you write:
Himself or licked? Where did you hang:
Sauna or barracks? And what have you proved by this?
To whom? I don't know, figure it out yourself

Chorus
[Jahmal]
And you can not download
You may not answer me
*Kid*
What do you do in life, choose yourself
And you can not download
You may not answer me
*Kid*
What do you do in life, choose yourself