Текст песни кажэ обойма и Крип-АКрип - поглубже в кепку

Shod in sneakers, deeper cap
Red eyes , as if the wind blew .
I ask people to raise their hands to the top
Then split open mind as to the bank tin .

Have you heard the strikers and Seth ,
Caste and Krek'a , Moscow and the Centre .
And they made ​​their contribution.
I am a Russian rapper ,
My rhymes like a bullet in the turnip .
Everyone is shouting that he kind of Rimbaud ,
But after listening to the tracks under a chair laughing.
On the chest chain , straight from the streets of the Ghetto
I take the mike and the moat as tuzik radiators .
I still have enough for a piece of bread ,
I collect rhymes like designer Lego
By itself a branch you cut ?
You will win ? Forget about it