Все девы крутят динамо, ждут идеала.
Я не такой, но и твоя подруга нюх потеряла,
Услышав меня, ведь я так плотно стелю,
Будто ко сну ей подоткнул одеяло.

Я будто бы наверху Фудзиямы,
А она внизу и полна грусти и трепета.
Я называю её [bad word] -
На ней перебывали уже все русские рэпперы...

И что мне делать с тем, что не помню,
Где сейчас мой дом, если он международный?
Чем раньше жил, хотя и вам о таком не говорил;
Чем быт был годами наполнен?

Моя голова, как каменоломня.
Оправдаю ли долгами в этом храме торговлю?
Ещё пара лет, и будет столько спален и комнат.
Дома каменный пол, наступай ногами на коврик!

Эй, слышь? Ногами на коврик!
Годами накопленный, сваленный в погреб
Антиквариат, я с деньгами помолвлен:
Моногамен, но менять не успеваю любовниц.

Но это в будущем, и я не *бу,
Зачем я себя заранее считаю виновным,
Ведь даже если я и обнищаю духовно,
Мне помогут *издюлями Ганз, Дамани и Гоблин...

Mic check 1,2 Let me start this.
No Van Gogh but I'm an artist.
Ima demon straight a little something
I'll be cutting and shutting down anybody
That I feel is [bad word] this.

Real talk here no assumptions
What I do here money can't buy
And talk is cheap so money can't lie if
You know some body your buddy can try.

Let me drop by saying that I don't care,
Coz when I spit it I kill it you know it's so clear
How could I be so far yet so near
Coz dem a stamp on your life if you show fear.

Ima drop a little flow to show that
 [bad word] the show and ima keep it going see
I'm never slowing my roll and with the pedal
In Ma hand ima row the boat

And if you want me to fail better know that I won't I'm on fire
fenix f*ck with your stinking attitude clean it
let it rip skip like a child with a rope
If you really think I really give a [bad word] I don't,
I keep my [bad word] tight I know, hand me the beat I flow.

Can't call this a race can't keep with my pase,
f*ck the green flag I go

MCS are like calories burn them like [bad word] on a treadmill
I will never sell out even when i get the best deal
Its a car crash when you listen to me spitting
Because I'm over the limit before i start writing lyrics

And i know i never write so when its time,
I pick up a bottle and hand my soul to the spirits.

My tracks are [bad word] so when you play
Them on your hard drive we leave gaps in the system.
Cheetah on a mission and they are saying I'm slow.
Because they made of gold

Still i don't give a f*ck for those
I'm a gargoyle and i got turned to stone by medusa.
Before i was a producer,
I was a myth in the shadows and they hated my humour

Now I'm ready to blow out the candles make a wish
I just wanna blaze piff like Harold and Kumar

I'm a killer when i enter the rhythm I'm at the top
There is no other division no other shot
Wanna learn, better listen
When i drop bombs head for the bunkers and don't
Try to stop me when I'm aiming for your boss

Life is a b*tch these days i know
So i f*ck her like a [bad word] in a private show
Dark beats from beneath when i step up on the scene
Give everybody sea sickness from the flow.