S1d - Шарф
текст песни

not in the weather thrown down Shaarf
Summer winter, the ball is spinning
New cue ball means it's time to write
lamp under the side shines the picksar lamp

Separate World
not caustic smoke of sconces, but a rare sound
without stopping rap I do not see a sign
2 months after bus station

In Rashka rap is not recognized as if who said
maybe someone is not in the subject, tired eyes
see in this in all any connection
not blue shade, tasty dirt

The line between the Hope and the Fashionable Sound
Notebook open familiar stupor
heads shake crab fly in the hand
We win the big music with music

We write legends at night
not for the clatch of the executioner
do not drag the style from the West
Russian openness-beautiful

I will transfer to a white sheet of paper
From the head accumulated over the years
The same step is walking in circles
Part of himself in the format of MP3 gave

Black music but white verse
Fucking ears from me forgive me
to blame me when not at all at all
This is my new track at number 107

here it is not entirely clear who the T -shirt is
I hung a mask on his face as if Mikep
Music loader, loads on a bit
Looking for the road up, climbed the elevator

A multi -storey building cracks in blocks
they are watching the race all from the windows
does not miss the noise of the booth for recording
Sid Raords drags so and write down