Текст песни Номер 23 - Плагиат

Man, you take a mike, and I take an ax
You play rap and I hack hardcore
I decide for myself, for you decides to pull
My flag is diy, your flag is plagiarism

So many uh si wanted to be um
And spared no effort, turning out his style
But lost their meaning, as a result of the mission -
Boastful diss and songs taste like mold
Nedorosli not yet grown to the waist
But already playing bosses from Cosa Nostra
Rap, type, adult, dvizhniki on the "wheels"
The nose smeared with "snow" - everything is serious
Mediocrity break bones, lose youth
Drink pride, accumulate anger
The press gives them enough space in the texts.
Battles were blown away and became fashionable mass
If cotton is in fashion - do it to be in the format
Brother, score Blunt - score on talent
And I tried to go on the thumb
For garlic, I myself suffered from plagiarism

There is not enough courage in your souls.
And your tracks are cunning - it's a quiet horror.
But there is a listener with Bush’s intelligence.
On your feces, well, I plug my ears
This is something like a parody parody.
Where every geek seeks a parade of freaks
Local "gods" do not take me to the deck
After all, my rap - no more than pathology
You are all bastards - and this is not groundless
All of you sharpening is not enough, lads
But I will wet you, until in the order of the kidney
I am not arrogant - I am for a real hop
I know, Braza, there is a Maza
Puzzle puzzle cure for contagion
And I tear the bundles time after time
Signal: "there is still a reason"