D.Masta - Игра в правду
текст песни

Rappers roll cotton wool, and often it is not clear
That this is a movie, a circus or a theater rather
Each plays a role and receives a salary
You cut it, I call it the game in truth

Of all YO is the production and unreal shutter
Catch the mann for mann, your actors White Star and Banchik
Listen, stick into this rap and it's true
Correctly argue the right, as if in fact
Rappers play their game in their style
I will present my rap live
It's like a film, the directors are just in shock
Where did people come from here from the circus clowns
To hell with clowns bitch, continuous fake salaries
Before the game in truth, they braid braids
Cox sniffing their workers, a long nose
After all, they are just blown up with diarrhea
For a type of type, the credits swallow, crush their humble
Everywhere mountains are snow, like an elementary school level
Fakes represent the main character of the film
Like Jackie Chan fighting, generating strength
There are even characters even in the form of a terminator
At night they do not sleep, played by a vibrator
They are one of the first, but unfortunately from the end
Just these Money from your father's pocket
You thought to be the first to spoil the nerves, waste time
Talk about the fact that you are known to many, flattering
Your game is no longer interested in anyone
You skate cotton wool, which means you know your place

Rappers roll cotton wool, and often it is not clear
That this is a movie, a circus or a theater rather
Each plays a role and receives a salary
You cut it, I call it the game in truth

They play the truth, they call it true
But I do not believe anyone in this cheap theater
They talk about what they themselves do not know
CC in the ears while the audience is yawning in the hall
All actors on stage play their roles
Someone is sad, someone is fucking, someone stupidly drives
Already at the beginning of the performance, you want money back
You understand that you were fucking in the finale
They beat themselves in the chest, arguing which of them is the work
You can read like a corpse, if you are labor, you are cool
There are many young talents on the Internet
Usually evil since they are not given a salary
They do not like to work, but they like to minimize
And old farts, all the same will get younger
I often hear Dimasta wears a mask
What about this moron, the guy decided that he was Stanislavsky
He says in my game there is not enough soul
The audience of the hall accuse the actor of lies
I hold back laughter smiling with sarcasm
In medicine, this phenomenon is called insanity
After all, I also how they play a role
And this cannot understand this only blind
Tell me who is your idol if you are sure of it
Maybe he played so well that you believed it?

Rappers roll cotton wool, and often it is not clear
That this is a movie, a circus or a theater rather
Each plays a role and receives a salary
You cut it, I call it the game in truth