ШеФ - Мастер слога ломанного
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Under the clouds of a gouged city, wheels knock.
My cone shape holds rhyme without a yarn,
Without question, raising a sail, I gain speed
Masterfully, like a ball, they twist their hands on Sheffa Globe
Getting a bonus, male tone rises
The more twisted the spiral, the rougher the voice
Street Pronons assembled from new buildings
Enters the category of excise stamps
Gift for beauties, for courtesans, cook
Who bears the name Sheff.
I dissolve the flag, without question, without a worship,
Those who sold me will sit down for thirty sticks
On the wall poster, my painting is a guarantor
Appreciate my sending, I know all the styles, brother,
This is a fact, my fist is overshadowed by darkness
Don't even think to overtake me in street affairs
Get up! Sheff goes! My move gop stop.
I penetrate into the depths, I go to ram
Forehead in the forehead, I am dangerous like a microbe
My voice is Underground, one hundred percent sound

Master Sheff, Master of the Slog of the broken
Master of the wording of the word urban
Masterfully goes into solo from ridiculous conversations
Demonstrating the style of street patterns
Master Sheff, Master of the Slog of the broken
Master of the wording of the word urban
Masterfully goes into solo from ridiculous conversations
Demonstrating the style of street patterns

Fifty percent I take projects in rent
I clearly affirm the estimate, I guarantee the rise
In the afternoon with fire cannot be found in the country of the producer,
Which would not be garbage
Who would be a kid
My cinema bell is like underground
Leaves behind Miramax and Paramount
Full contact, in the clearing of the duel
Labe on the label, the wall on the wall,
Fighting us to noise Sheff Captain Nemo developed the lyrics
In the style of Russian stylisimo mtv, do not take grandmas on the left
My boys need rotation, like Eminem
I change the film "Svem" to 35 kodak kill competitors with a lift between the lines
My monologue is a nine points wave
Vlad Valov Master and favorite fee

Master Sheff, Master of the Slog of the broken
Master of the wording of the word urban
Masterfully goes into solo from ridiculous conversations
Demonstrating the style of street patterns
Master Sheff, Master of the Slog of the broken
Master of the wording of the word urban
Masterfully goes into solo from ridiculous conversations
Demonstrating the style of street patterns

Master dictates the rules of the game in the probe class
Beginners provides bonuses
Holds rap like a casino in Las Vegas
As if Picasso, draws a golden brush
Scattering meanings, thoughts easily
Makes super-myxes from several drinks
From the "X" point on the street throws a new word,
Which becomes the basis for the world
The main game where the grandmas are divided into shares
Label 100%, like Brazil in football
The technique by itself, masters come out on the field
To take the best, I spent years
I painted on the notes of the league, dreadlocks and caste
Who is number one? (Suck everyone with Masta!)
The texts fly like two hundred master run
Who is the only heir to the Russian throne?
From the second solo, invisible, I personally stole from Python
Talent and lyrics of Plato, I do not like rappy hawks without an atmosphere,
Vlad Valov - General of Sandy Quarries

Master Sheff, Master of the Slog of the broken
Master of the wording of the word urban
Masterfully goes into solo from ridiculous conversations
Demonstrating the style of street patterns
Master Sheff, Master of the Slog of the broken
Master of the wording of the word urban
Masterfully goes into solo from ridiculous conversations
Demonstrating the style of street patterns