Rs-TOWN - Синдром бога
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I always considered myself above others
I read a lot of books and the chip tight
Called everyone in a circle as if you are arcs
Broke them like a point, considering himself a steep
And five years later
I will calculate that all these stories are a trifle
I was not recognized even at school I was a hobbit
No, I'm not swearing, just my raep hobby

I did not rise and fell, for me it is alien, brother
While friends were thumping, they listened
Bad a pedant, like he said I want to fly
The tracks are not a bomb, you suck, so a little fire
Studied double rhymes and Dabble Reim
But when he collected 100 reposts from the tracks, there was paradise
And gradually began to progress, their toad began to strangle
I am like church monk, they began to listen to me and be silent

All my problems in my head
Call me God, I'm not a man
There are simply no options
God's syndrome in me

The opponent is punished by VDEUNEN, your incident is quite
Pay to the cash desk of coins, I immediately pierced Braza
There is no mind, your phrases at the bottom, celebrate the moment
You are like a cup coach of CSKA, you move the horseman
Pay Kim for owls, you rave talent
After all, your tracks are like fireworks- this is money
Fan Street, I'm sorry, I'm making bonfires here
But all that you will earn on this battles is gastritis
After all, my panchs beat all the same, below the abdomen
I do not strengthen in this round as if they inserted an awl into the ass
You are a debutant - not a fan, you can't see a pharm
This is not a matter, because when I wrote the text, you slept
Smoke, read rap on the streets and in the pads
Athlete 228, you are like a clone of Adika
I am not listening
There will be no more street raP