Текст песни Drum - Буря в стакане

Rap on the verge RIPa on granite,
The rap game is not on the battlefield.
Tempest in a teapot, a storm in a glass.

And again, in every track water in a mortar ceiling
There's no chapel, the ceiling is not available.
All polls invested in MMM investor
And because there banchat Panchami Bazaar from scratch.
Rap so harsh right now, though it is as reinforced concrete
Or blade mouth, though a bit of jelly.
We need an educational program for all of us, he would cut off all moveton.
Hip-hop is not a fish, not meat because he is not wrong.
No one does not possess, not in the eyes of the pick up,
As an eyebrow Miron all pantorep has long been lifted.
Anyone tired of hearing a ton of unnecessary tirades,
Understand it is time that a berserker - master of the pen!
I'm afraid to fly sink that was tempered by centuries,
Over culture will Krusty or headstone.
After all, the only fights the battle for the sake of the cameras,
And the fight is not radical, but only a storm in a glass.

Rap on the verge RIPa on granite,
The rap game is not on the battlefield.
Tempest in a teapot, a storm in a glass.