MXXXIII English Version

Ten, ten, ten thirty-three on the clock. Sun, sun, sunglasses on, moving down the block. Clouds in the skies for the good luck. Cir, circles on the fields make me wanna rock. Ten, ten, thirty-three on the clock. Sunglasses on, moving down the block. Clouds in the skies for the good luck. Circles on the fields make me wanna rock. Flying discs, financial risks. Talking cats with silicone lips. Low taxes, VIP lists. English passport, Russian business. Fake patriot from back to front. What goes where, they know you want. Let it pass, strange period. The revolution might come from abroad, Yo. Wonderland of crucified Pinocchios. If you feel bad, you're not alone, Though. Russian slides, exact serpentines. We don't slow down on the turns, recognize. Ten thirty-three on the clock. Sunglasses on, moving down the block. Clouds in the skies for the good luck. Circles on the fields make me wanna rock. Don't need no snow, that is sticky stuff. Alpha and Omega swagger is not enough. Rap calendar, cyphers and rhymes. Thought forms revives right in your minds. Colorful slides from deep inside. Uncomplicated methods of NOP, a'ight? Music hypnotize, you ain't got to sleep. It will give you keys which you have to Keep, yo. Understand it right, Keep that shit tight. Information is inside your bloodline. Battle rhymes, we use them to survive. On the streets of Moscow since 1999. Don't look across, don't act like a boss. Anything can happen, no one will notice the loss. So don't be stupid, G, we all like brothers. Respect yourself, respect the others. Ten thirty-three on the clock. Sunglasses on, moving down the block. Clouds in the skies for the good luck. Circles on the fields make me wanna rock. Ten thirty-three on the clock. Sunglasses on, moving down the block. Clouds in the skies for the good luck. Circles on the fields make me wanna rock. N-N-No conversation. Drop that beat, I sing song Sing. Kung fu kicker, I kick 'em down. I ain't Chinese, they Ching Chong Ching. Rah. Ten homies, thirty-three. Fry the pan, I bring the beef. Y'all know the deal. Y'all done seen 'em all Out in the streets. Black rain, rainy season. Tour the world with that street song. In Moscow or London. Bitches loving my long johns. Washington to Hong Kong. Blow the weed, tune that bong. Blow the weed, nigga, blow it hard. Babylon, I burn it down. Now y'all see me rollin'. Golden gate is open. And I'm hopin' to be ro-king at the coronation. Fathers of the nation. Now I'm at my station. There be no more playin', over recreated. Ten thirty-three on the clock. Sunglasses on, moving down the block. Clouds in the skies for the good luck. Circles on the fields make me wanna rock. Ten thirty-three on the clock. Sunglasses on, moving down the block. Clouds in the skies for the good luck. Circles on the fields make me wanna rock.