N.O.Pro - О рэпе
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I took the microphone by putting everything on the end
You took only yourself and flew out
My anger is not to measure my wrath in the clip in joules in the clip
You are covered with moss, I am reborn from the cold
..... you can't stand it and even a round
Initially, I'm not a battles rapper only in pauses
Only my kauza .... do not try on titles
Vryatli, the majority of me consider me an elite
There are many rappers talented me
There are many those who are old so much and taking nothing
You lose every day you are looking for compromising evidence
I do not lay out my things on social networks
Without understanding people, you draw them in the brain
Water mud, thinking that this is Fart
I would not go to Versus, consider me a psycho
Only a fool will be silent when insulting loved ones

This accumulated pain in me
Millions are already choosing rap
You collect money for a concert
I see only a carnival of children

In general in Russia it became normal
Here it became fashionable to insult each other for the sake of PR
If you make a swing, they will hear you
I am for normal purchases where there is a share of meaning
Where there is a message all skils on the sheets
Such music should take its places
From the disgust of the yards nine Kruzaks
From smoked entrances on your ears

Their clips are not like masterpieces
They would teach them in these clips by manners
To know their price and their rotten poems
Where there is no talent and the text on the forum downloading
Washing the ears of youth
I'm tired of the songs where the smoked faces
Where rap is so hopeless, because they still listen to him
I let me in another wave and is not known outside