Шеff - Раздаю...
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SHEFF – I'm distributing...
The device plays my music on a loop
Swallowing traces of underground art on the fly
The beat loads just right, the city never sleeps
The tank is filled to the brim, and it seems to have stopped pouring
I'll set fire to the sambuca, blow up the shitty view
Burn, my hip-hop candle, creating warmth and light
I'm a personal guide, fertilizing the soil
I take plots of land, I hit the mark with rhyme
With precise conclusions, I paralyze any dispute
I know how to paint picturesquely with syncopation
Trust the numbers, our meeting is inevitable
Allow me to shelter you, I'm a fashion boutique
Respect for loved ones, whips for defectors
I return the breakbeats to the B-boys
Allow me to enter, in a stream of a million versions
Watch your step, the words are scattered like shell casings
Catch the business card, with the signature drink
My stories originate in ancient scrolls
Who's the first racket? Five grand for a cigar
Tip the doorman, I'm coming to my senses
And I'm handing out...
The Emperor of the Slums, announces the verdict
Closure the spaces of all who don't appreciate our courtyard
A plethora of hits, like a high-speed elevator
Drop this hit into the feed, I'm waiting for applause
I'm placing the accent, blending skillfully with the crowd
The rhyme has risen to its feet to pump up the show
Bang your head to the beat, to the repeat beat
A classic, too good to forget
My verse will live on, carving a path with its roots
My heavenly elite, driving waves in the evenings
Stand by the fire, with an official dealer
There's only one SHEFF, with bills, all are unique
I cracked the beat, wrote it down in a line
Collected with a couple of lines, Karl Marx's capital
Sennheiser tore apart like an enraged bull
I've been working all these years, for my native land Language
Here's a business card with a signature drink
My stories originate in ancient scrolls
Who's number one? Five grand for a cigar
Tip the doorman, I'm going crazy
And I'm handing out...