A shearwater flew in and settled in the hood
Where people loved the drum and baritone
The idiots made the cash being busy
The songs stopped you, digi-don
A place that Salvador would not understand
Idiots make a conversation with ruins
Inferno, catch me, I understood what the joke is about
In the hustle

Here the explosive was charged with no need
A hectic routine, everyone on their own wave
And only anyone could be called cruel words
The hustle doesn't give a damn about all the holy

Here Ossetian Roc-A-Fella, we'll make it quickly among the mountains and the props
Veteran games and kings of style, mastering
If the sky wasn't changing me
Apparently I would not delve into this tirade of hysterics
As Roerich I saw this world in semitones
My punched fortune on the steam, I kind of had
To catch this hope, it was necessary to delve into
So that those insecure people would roll backwards (Oh)

Neurotics on the stage
The f**k knows how you got there
Without a soul, without a purpose
I f**ked such a bestseller
Neurotics on the stage
The f**k knows how you got there
Without a soul, without a purpose
I f**ked such a bestseller

A shearwater flew in and settled in the hood
Where people loved the drum and baritone
The idiots made the cash being busy
The songs stopped you, digi-don
A place that Salvador would not understand
Idiots make a conversation with ruins
Hell, catch me, I understood what the joke is about
(In the hustle)

There are two f***ing styles at once
We have it, we don't need dilla
Here comes down below another killa
The base has its own gorilla
In these jungles it's the first masta
Let's go to Mordor, my brotherhood
You know, I've thought often
Bottom line — I didn't do it in vain
The most greyhound fan, before and after, man
Surviving, sun, setting fire to trash
Let funk play, honest money
The individual is gone, do it on your own
Only slag and clowning around
We don't need that here
The mouth guard got gradually soaked
Fly out, it's payback
Let the butts shake, ladies
I'm not sorry, I'm not a sucker for it
F**k the synth, I do the drums
Flow will put on the shoulder blades
Rap isn't for you, then don't be bothered
Someone, who loves fame, goes to the carpet
The choice is yours — it's everyone's own business
It is everyone's own business

A shearwater flew in and settled in the hood
Where people loved the drum and baritone
The idiots made the cash being busy
The songs stopped you, digi-don
A place that Salvador would not understand
Idiots make a conversation with ruins
Hell, catch me, I understood what the joke is about
(In the hustle)
A shearwater flew in and settled in the hood
Where people loved the drum and baritone
The idiots made the cash being busy
The songs stopped you, digi-don
A place that Salvador would not understand
Idiots make a conversation with ruins
Hell, catch me, I understood what the joke is about

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