SL - Слепой Художник
текст песни

And every day this is a new battle under the sun
Under the mask of the Joker, a man does not laugh
And we are unlikely to stand up and perceive
People bad radio broadcast rumors

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And our destiny always knock on closed doors
While careless everyone believes in victory
we are provided with words in practice
Let's show the rappers what they could not say

everyone draws in his own castes
But why speak in the commanders of the lift of yourself
Like, forever fashionable at the bar at night and in Clab
Put the piles to the chiks to reduce your ardor

I'm not like you, I am sighted and a lawless is lazy
I throw you into the boilers because you read crookedly
Everyone with style but picaso of you is not kudyny
this dumb cinema is your art does not breathe

spit on the tower from the roof
so important but quieter
Each artist is lower
It's time to end
hip hop in your hand.
Alas, your niche is not here
After all, it wins who is closer to victory

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And every day this is a new battle under the sun
Under the mask of the Joker, a man does not laugh
And we are unlikely to stand up and perceive
People bad radio broadcast rumors