Текст песни rain stream - смерть поэта

my arrival in the world of hip hop to someone it seems bitter coffee
I do not struggle for a place in the top eliminating poets mountain of a copy

I'm the death of pseudo-poets
as an antivirus in turnkeys
place of fun there is no aaa
when with me you are in beta

Here is not a warpath, all-volition series of murders
and if you hit, we'll shoot a series of murders
in my arsenal of beautiful lines - affectionate killer
To update your rap it is necessary in the drum with & quot; caress & quot; turn
not a single bit of embarrassment, only a drop of bleeding
small is your spiritual growth, you will hide the current
Call me threw, I throw in the underworld
and yes I am full of anger, I throw in the underworld
around the frame - film, just to light up
pour the dunces to get drunk while I napaku on the "quotes & quot;
they drink, smoke and the second round
their thoughts, which are a bit, repeat each other
For them, I die with a scythe, although it is short-cut
Everywhere I'm a stranger, but I do not see any predators
there were people like Pushkin, Lermontov or Yesenin
and now among poets only dogs in the hay
neither of which can not, around impudent ores, brazen rye
no matter what I want to be in this herd of bulls like

I am the death of the pseudo
as an antivirus in turnkeys