Текст песни Андрей Kalter - Рэп умер

I started out as everything from scratch and it was difficult koneshno
We chose the style itself with the help of an eagle and tails
Les hurried to Olympus did not hesitated Andrei hold
In my city any rapper forgot about rap, fetishist

Nobody wanted to listen and they say where you're from
In the morning I get up and attack like a genital organ
When rap was born in the city was dying rap
As if born in the morgue who's clearly dominant

Let these attempts at writing are usually hidden in the table
Who will tell the underground because the mine was not heard snapping
But you climbed into the basement because you do not need much
I send you to four years, you pussy falamitator

A couple of fights enough to understand you least marriage
And this is not just giving nedopivtsam defecate microlax
Greet my flock. Kalter your new pastor
A pair of knives in the pocket. It's time to hit the weight