Enough to understand how stupid you are
|
I'm not smart and I'm not sure
|
But I'm sure of it
|
seven twenty seven bend down to hear me
|
He's back from the bottom of hell
|
We don't get tired of singing son
|
I went crazy from time to time I wasn't on the money
|
I was torn between I was not on one side
|
And peace without rhyme, sadness without respite
|
It's ridiculous okay I don't need it
|
My right ear is crippled and my right eye is cut off
|
I'm hanging around on my left, loser
|
Wack yo we make noise
|
You come and visit, we leave a trace
|
The house of the fairies, we are in the place of the crazy
|
Two hundred and fifty-eight feels like electricity
|
The old fool is angry this time
|
Hit your head against the wall your limited style
|
Grab your speed, you'll find us
|
Two hundred and fifty eight said someone tensed skin
|
Downstairs the lights never went out, the neobir never came back
|
My eyes are still smoky and bloody
|
Our street is stupid and our mood is bad
|
We have it in us, juggling new ones every day
|
When you see your lax attitude
|
seven twenty four this life gangster serial
|
There is a trace of my true philosophy on my chest
|
The diss track he listened to is the voice of the denizli
|
I don't have Lamborghini under me
|
I hit the punch on the head
|
Listen to me well and the music
|
Be the bodyguard of Gaddafi I think
|
Ask you but give me a record
|
He goes to the most king, here from the sea
|
That's the new style, you're crazy about it
|
His brain is as proteinless as his muscles
|
I'm so depressed but
|
It will not affect you as much as the dust of life
|
Even the people next to you sometimes throw it at you
|
Anyway, rap on my tongue, I got a bazooka in my hand
|
We are coming there, you set up a barricade
|
Those who see on the road say, look, the cult
|
If your cheddar is melting, you should also take a trip to it.
|
This is my last scene, it's over game click clack bum |