Текст песни Артём Лоик - Рэп до пенсии

For someone a super rapper, for someone, just,
Someone is kind, someone is not very good for someone.
-"Yes, he is just a pretender!"
For someone higher in development, not only growth,
And to someone: "Loik, it is not clear, you see, the nose will stick it! Oh, shit!"
For some, handsome, for others, a terrible monster,
Some poke the middle finger, others- respect.
Some think: "Balbling, does not bring benefits." And someone: "Well, yes ..."
My songs are interesting to others, and they find something in them.
Someone wants to kiss, and someone wants to spit in the face,
Someone wants to become my wife, and someone is a husband, oh, God !!
Someone wants to understand, but someone horror does not want!
Some say: "This is a kindergarten." And others: "It's even worse!"
That night I will compose a hit, and tomorrow for someone a star and a big boss,
And for someone I chat. -"Molokosos!"-
And at the same time I cause wild anger.
On the contrary, I mix the other, and he shouts: "Class!"
Unlike the first, who dreams of giving in the eye and soup his nose.
Sometimes from such worries it throws me into sweat,
And I, not sparing phrases, I send the letters to the rhymic cross.
I am a guy simple, like doors to my uncleaned entrance,
I read hip-hop, and at times I read rap.

And wherever I am, I am cheerful, and let you not be interested,
I will read, and if you are against all this rap, at least crack!
I will read my songs, read my songs,
I will read my songs, and I will read them until retirement!
And wherever I am, I am cheerful, and let you not be interested,
I will read, and if you are against all this rap, at least crack!
I will read my songs, read my songs,
I will read my songs, and I will read them until retirement!

-"Not stupid, my friend," but someone thinks that this is so.
Sometimes I am fooling around, and someone admiringly: "This is an eccentric!"
I am telling the truth, and as a result, I get the word PIF-PAF,
Like- smile sweet to me. And this is a fact!
Some want to listen to me, and believe that this is a talent,
And others, denying, say that I am for rap like for priests.
Some find Artyom Loik and drive through "contact",
And others ask the autograph to write on the wall.
Someone believes that I am pop-up, and Dima Bilan's best friend,
And someone is sure that I am Eminem's younger brother,
Which was left in Ukraine,
Moreover, by chance, and even in Poltava, wow!
This is the right guy! Ah, miracles are, yes!
That does not kill us, makes us stronger,
And so I don't give a damn about whether I will take the right step.
And again someone will like it, and someone will send, I'm sure--
There will never be one logical opinion in our life.
Someone does not like my hairstyle,
And to someone she is very clear,
One throws darts into my photo,
And the second is taking pictures with me.
But it’s interesting, here you are, the listener, at the moment-
Do you think my rap is bad? Or do you like such rap?

And wherever I am, I am cheerful, and let you not be interested,
I will read, and if you are against all this rap, at least crack!
I will read my songs, read my songs,
I will read my songs, and I will read them until retirement!
And wherever I am, I am cheerful, and let you not be interested,
I will read, and if you are against all this rap, at least crack!
I will read my songs, read my songs,
I will read my songs, and I will read them until retirement!