Lyrics: [Anq:] Torn Filas sneakers Couldn't afford Air Maxes, so I settled for Filas Turn up the volume, clothes soaked in beer With this appearance, glad to see you, glad you like to make noise Happy for the bodies in clubs that keep slimming down Here we go again, death with kind eyes Ending and starting again, she'll be glad to join us Hinting, melting on cold stone Consciousness, soul weeps, locking itself away Letting go of anchors, ships burning, often replacing the doctor A book like a pharmacy, a drip - a microphone I'm in a small square booth somewhere far away Underground, hardcore, southwest hack-op Hip hop - here it is, try it, no problem, come in again Hurray, bend-bend, the system, down, human-amphibian Not a VIP, put poisonous rhymes on hold to the beat Cleverly, the Hydra will change the world for others Not a fool, not a bodybuilder, not a leading MC Come here, follow, on dark ninja streets Psycho, lawless guys gain experience Fuck off demons, my needle is marking No budget for churches and mosques No respect for children hooked on barbiturates Stop talking nonsense, find us on the WNV network in memory Take a breath, overcome addiction, puppet theater, shooting range Cigarette break increases appetite, wish everyone to find themselves
