Lyrics: I posted "Rest" to the whores I tried a flexible rap technique day and night A straight road But I fell to the ground again Impossible, it feels like I've fallen 300 times A scornful bastard Where did I laugh? A sad kid surpasses My bust is on top of rap (That's why the burden is on me) Ah, I'm now focused on the target, ah (Ah) I found my joy from the bottom and made rap and it was listened to, what now? Album is online, you can watch it now I guess my fortune is mimicked with rap My evidence is clear and I left traces I write, wait for a sincere song If expectations exceed us This is normal, goodbye, there is no sound or voice from the morgue Engage in battle, choose from many troubles First, come to Kerbela Coward, don't utter a single word; stay I ruined so much, true Talking too much, unable to be open to progress at all, a total moron Go get Crimean-Congo, twist your butt Someone warm it up on a plate, koko Come on, chase the rabbit From five in the evening To five in the morning Keep on writing Dig the stones while starving Winning elevates It gives life to your joy I started a new adventure A new victory movement This is probably my fate! This is wonderful! It gives panic attacks to the frightened Stay behind! May your mother and sister be the ones you are babbling about You say "It's okay" May your mother and sister be the ones you are babbling about You submit May your mother and sister be the ones you are babbling about You say "It's okay" May your mother and sister be the ones you are babbling about You submit Create shackles From calendars, fixations, and whims Try to get rid of werewolves and vampires Make a hook with those who spew nonsense Step towards me, choose a day from history to do it Traitors are done I'm tired of ignorant fools like you I'm crazy in the syllables, I give away what's inside me And I select new profound sentences, and give orders to my words I say, "Veni vidi vici," as I enter your consciousness Withdraw your hands, take your place I'm clear to all of you Can you discover our orphan? This is the birth of a madness! I'm not "the way I used to be," of course, you can't digest what I've experienced If I'm sitting there delivering a recital of poetry in my rap tongue, you can't bring me down Many paths have been tried, we had fun, this unknown is drawing us in The voices are always mono, a chorus in one universe A journey with suspicious realities May your mother and sister be the ones babbling You say "It's okay" May your mother and sister be the ones babbling You submit May your mother and sister be the ones babbling You say "It's okay" May your mother and sister be the ones babbling You submit Either you're fighting Or you're running away You don't say no, you accept whatever is said May your mother and sister be the ones babbling It's okay
