| Everything will be for sure, but not immediately, | 
| Drag everything to the base | 
| Among the crowd and psychos, | 
| Save your mind. | 
| It's kind of dangerous | 
| But I'm never afraid | 
| Very careful with life | 
| It's like a complex puzzle. | 
| As soon as you lower your hands, the flies will flock, whores, | 
| And spread rumors like a virus on a netbook, | 
| And Vitok and I once stood at a crossroads, | 
| Were from the end in a second, | 
| But for a long time, as it should, we stir. | 
| People love to draw | 
| It's in our nature | 
| Don't lose yourself | 
| Blindly worshiping fashion. | 
| Rhyming beats and punches, it's like a drug | 
| They put sticks in the wheels - roll them on the hood. | 
| Are you mann or fight | 
| Decide your fate | 
| I am a champion, but I lost and I am eager to fight again. | 
| White will come, do not hang in the black stripe, | 
| Soon we will make money in rap, as in pop. | 
| Chorus: | 
| Zero market. | 
| Second Verse: AK-47 (Vitya) | 
| Ideas come suddenly, the head is like a lamp, | 
| Cases floated up like the doors of my Lamba. | 
| Doors of my Lamba, yes, I have a Lamba, yes, I have a Lamba, | 
| Online Grand Teft Auto | 
| Boys, alas, do not bathe in money, | 
| We'll buy a long Maybach when I'm an oligarch | 
| Airmaxes on legs, satchel, camera, | 
| Let's buy Logan, but for now we'll kill Logan, | 
| Time is melting, we do not have time to walk to China, | 
| While we do what we can, we write and read, | 
| Like corruption and poverty around, | 
| Someone does not consider to tell | 
| Like a pie nibbles from the refrigerator at night. | 
| We roll around the area, the disks reflect the shape of the house, | 
| The outskirts of the Urals are like Oklahoma, | 
| The outskirts of the Urals are like Oklahoma, | 
| We roll around the area, the discs reflect the shape of the house. | 
| Chorus: | 
| Zero market. |