Яп яп яп... Пусть вы на арене в цирке, но я на ринге и вот мой средний фингер всем нигерам с King Ring'a. Балаболте до крика мастера кунилингвы о своих
Тут на арене не ради премий люди разных поколений Упав на колени кланяясь в голени музыке, коли нет мужики души в ваших строках, то грошь цена вам ведь
На смертном одре или в цирке, Плевать где терпеть ваши насмешки! Я в центре этого цикла, Где цыпы строят из себя целок, а целки из себя цып! И при таких
Арена копит здесь всех, кто ненавидит детей Мол, соплякам тут не место, но в ваших мозгах больше соплей Чем на баттлах подростков. Вы не прошли тут по
In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eye can see When there was no ear to hear, you
Costs a lot to win, and even more to lose You and me bound to spend some time just wonderin' what to choose Goes to show, you don't ever know Watch each
Little girl lost in a forest of dreams It's a dark old wood and it's damp with dew Hoot owl hoots for a moment it seems Something big and cold has got
Gonna see some good times Gonna get to ring that bell Gonna see some good times Sometimes you make up For when I'm not feeling well I must be due some
Afraid It must feel pure to be so sure About every little thing But there's no cure for that angst of yours That tugs at you like a string Because you
Bardo It's been easy until now But you'll likely question how You have traveled far, it's true But there's much more left to do For it's time to pay
It?s good to be the king, I?ve heard it said That?s why I let you put a crown on my head Hoping that I?ll never be forced to fake Actions that I?ll never
Gun I like the noise and I like the smell And where the lead ends up, what the hell I've got a gun So you be the robber and I'll be the cop Cowboy saloons
Mad Crowded world How can I find peace of mind With so many small agendas Pushing at me all the time Button one: you knew I had no time today Button
Close your eyes and plug your ears and turn away I will carry out the task without dismay Just leave upon the table what you've agreed to pay Then tell
Well, the old man called me to his dying bed, woah "There's only one thing in this world I like to see", he said, woah I tried so many times but I've
Manup There's a cloud in the distance Rising from the dunes Ten thousand riders Blaze a trail of ruins No doubt about it They're headed this way Who
Panic You like to push the envelope If you're gonna stick out your neck Everybody's sure to give you plenty of rope So who am I to object? Don't know
I didn't notice you there Til I felt your breath on my neck hair Now you put me through my paces You don't know what personal space is And not a soul
