They shouted to me:
- Your game is up! Ships sunk!
When cleaning the snot spitting screaming

I remember those who smile in my eyes, threw back stones
Yes, times ...
On the cassette tapes - rap legend

Garden, draft, Tusa
Remember this?
There was no big bucks, big bets, cool cars, unnecessary frames

A couple of cans of beer, a shell of cheap liquor
Launch Pruszcz smoke and the sea of ​​liberty
Serious thoughts Pruszcz rate, my mother with questions:

- Where have you done with conscience? Become an adult.
I said nothing in response to blame
- Look at his brother, is hard to be normal?

They do not understand me, do not change me
They wanted to break me - they do not catch me
What is my fault?

I thought I'd run away, angrily slammed doors -
Offense-!@$(
My mother beat the dishes and quietly wept

I prayed for God - put the spark
White .. liquid .. spoon .. the flame melts ..
Stuck

So, again, all over again
Meet the glow, cursing mind games
This is the last time - I swear, Mom.

Spasms of despair in a fit of jealousy
The doors from the hinges for the search of eternity
- Give me, for two hundred grams of the charm

Plus three more me on the cross and chain
As before, the streets are desperate
This has killed by accident, this accident died

The birds of sadness circling above our heads
And we dream at night to start all over again
We have abolished the rule in the maze of playing

Our names are titles of sad movies
Playing, take a loan for a rematch
Instead of having to move on

No chances are the one who lost the race for wealth
Opting for the fact that like


This is my way, my brother
My game
She belongs to me and the same as I

My game, my game
She belongs to me and the same as I
My game, my game

Here are the rules for a target

In the archives of fifteenth mental hospital

His medical history - one hundred eighty-three page
And every two years, he - as the instructions -
You done here with the obsession with hip-hop revolution

It all started on the crazy Tus
Two thousand New Year's somewhere in the Elbrus region
Busta was there, he must be aware of

As I drove out there the freaking tour
The two blue overalls with suitcases
They came to pick up a crazy boy:

- Is this it?
- Yes, this is our son. What's wrong with him?
- Well, talk, see for yourself!

I watch the news, only that Putin came to power
And then on to you, please:
- Sit down, hello.

I just have to be soon in the State Duma
Serve with a report
The doctor sits next to:

- Yes, it is interesting. And what topic you read?
- Now you do not have time to explain it all
We're just here preparing the hip-hop revolution

Dad, give the car keys, you must go to the airport
It is necessary to meet there a flight from Amsterdam
The boys have promised to drive me a couple of pounds

More to come on his Boca tank
Stops at the hotel "President" on Yakimanka
Tied by the hands and feet to an iron bed
I explain to crank around that there will be a party Wait
Will Mouzon, booze, chicks, coconut and ganja

They do not understand, even those they knit
The nurse listened for a long time, with his head
Went for chlorpromazine and haloperidol
Nurse helped me twist to make injections
Three days of coma

The situation is painfully familiar
I read your rap to people in plaid pajamas
- Hi, Mom.
Wait ... It's not my mother!


This is my way, my brother
My game
She belongs to me and the same as I
My game, my game
She belongs to me and the same as I

My game, my game
Here are the rules for a target