Текст песни Versus - Оксимирон vs СТ

Since the summer, not a verse about it, the first one here who made a hundred thousand euros a rap rap, aah, responsibility on my shoulders like epaulettes, I’m alpha and omega, no matter how crowed, fight, I don’t get high on a cone, the sky is the color of fresh pus , yards, wells, a rod, a virgin wakes up with a teenager’s bed, give me bitos and I will build my own cosmos. I’m hanging on any rubbish for a long time and hard, like an hour and a half in versts I’ve grown into a crossroads, to prevent brain activity from decreasing, my ddos ​​flow attack we have remote access, rap for those who see lies and deceit, for those who are not motivated by Korzh nor L'One. That it’s cutting everything and therefore looking sickly at the screen, even if the city under the sole played there forever.