Текст песни X-tra - Ідеальна картина неідеального світу

Round 2 Audiophile Physics of Hip-Hop

Take her me back there
Where the hippop from the crane flows instead of water
Where nonstop scratches, sketches, sailors, twists
Where emsi pumping, and not spitting bits

There always riveting double riming and not buflo
Slicing greasy duplicate on sausage mousse
Meat beetle in every home to pop music crap
Fell to the bottom and never again came off

There is no concept of rap-slag just not
I know my business, I put the rum in the tank to the edge
I launch a rocket, I go to the hiphop paradise
Leave the sketch on the side, forgive

In a perfect world there is no place for you
In the perfect world, the fake is waiting for a prison
The robber does not decide, the customs does not give good
If a luggage bag was found

There's the left hip here right hop
Everywhere the world and love, all things are tip-top
There are no limits and conditions, this is my dream
I want to live i hippop the utopia

She's her extra here, you hear how the walls shiver
To stop me needing a couple to become sex
Such as you've heard twenty-five pieces
"Which as hardly tough is difficult to understand"

  To each classroom puffer
I give rhyme-plush in the ear of a strong, yet thin
Attacking a drop of pan-punch, without regret
Napalm bomble-I will smite a hostile position

Forget about the ideal world, you do not have a place here
On an illegal bit, I cut razor rough dirt
You've been heard once, but here you heard a kaput
I'll call you pass, your route is complete

From the corner to the corner I drive from edge to edge
I caught a cat, I take off the skin, I turn on the file
Flood spices fill up like sugar in yo tea
What's up, how do you feel when you get baked?