[Verse1]

White out
But black inside,
With the rhythms of black beat,
Thinkin' my black mind.
Middle finger, niggas, up,
Ghetto style is on,
Our black studio
Is in small black town.
Mike Rice at the mic,
Try to rap some more,
No crack, no girls,
Just weed and whores.
No boss, two bros,
All together right now,
Some [bad word]  [bad word]  we
Are doing one sound.
So we try to do black music,
Often sounds like [bad word] 
But we are brave enough
To call this music "rap".
So here is kick and clap,
And also [bad word] #39;s band,
And our [bad word] style,
But we have no fan.
Man, we like to play a ball,
And like some KFC,
But we have no choice,
To rec on the PC.
And greet two niggas,
Start of our way,
Listen our black music
On our black wave.

 [bad word] 

Poor district,
Two natures,
You're shocked,
When you see these black creatures.
Street music,
Two figures,
You will love
These [bad word] niggas.

[Verse2]

Now all niggas get up,
Cause PG at the mic,
I'm doing black music,
Cause black music I like,
I don't want riding bike,
I just need skateboard,
Black culture not just in USA
It goes abroad.
Ghetto town is called Kolpino,
Don't find on the map,
 [bad word] style was born here,
Here was born our band.
A-style, [bad word] 
One day you will repeat,
We're black wild lions,
Who are looking for meat.
When you listen our music,
I think, aren't going to drop,
Nothing new in lyrics,
Nothing new in hip-hop,
But our [bad word] style,
May be it's worth to listen,
You told that " [bad word] quot;,
May be you will [bad word] missing.
Poor district,
Two natures,
You're shocked,
When you see these black creatures.
Street music,
Two figures,
You will love
These [bad word] niggas.

 [bad word] 

Poor district,
Two natures,
You're shocked,
When you see these black creatures.
Street music,
Two figures,
You will love
These [bad word] niggas.