Спешал пронансейшн prod. by РасКарандаш E

Слова, слова, музыка, слова. На-на-на. Небо катит волна, нас с тобой накрывает. When I start to read rap, bad mood is Dead. When I want to say something, everybody Understand me. It's international vibration. What? Listen, nation. First reason of the situation covered in my special Pronunciation. Yeah, it's easily think to make a fakes. I know freaks like to mistakes. They pay for mistakes, but they can't buy mistakes. I don't understand where I hear how street Newspapers boys screaming. Attention, sensation, five-dimensional world drama Through rules. But I said, when MC take the Mic, mic, microphone check, mind's beginning and the Bad mood dead. Do you remember? Покажи, что получилось. Слова, слова, музыка, музыка, слова. На-на-на. Небо катит волна, нас с тобой Накрывает. The rhyme make, kick it. My flow wicked all days like a wicket number One. My pens stand clean in Babylon. Speak of fight for loyalty, for life naughty. Take it on the street strictly, hip to the Hop rules of raw wire. Money, bitch, huh, stop talking shit. We gonna get crazy. Street every day test me, God bless me. Time for the rest on the next life, I'ma get high. To be a man here, not a bird in The skies. It's all about end of time, Only one try for this world. Never ask me about your roads. Proud for my family, fuck for my enemy. Ready to die today, you hear the mayday. Слова, слова, музыка, музыка, слова. На-на-на. Небо катит волна, нас с тобой Накрывает. Слова, слова, музыка, музыка, слова. На-на-на. Небо катит волна, нас с тобой Накрывает. Слова, слова, музыка, музыка, Слова. На-на-на. Йоу, музыка, слова, Слова, слова, музыка вплетаются в одну картину. Поедино звуки, чувства, рифмы, Мысли, интонации толкаются под кожу, Заставляют слушать, думать, оп, Качаться.