Lyrics Кажэ Обойма feat. Idalo, Karab, Bess, Крип-А-Крип - Saint P. academy

Sit quietly Idalo Rip Carab and Clip
Once again, your brain is carried out of the underworld
You remembered who executed the root-rooting
The fake MC faith man and I are delighted
You're in the aperture as well as the new underwater houmi
Kobi is the next slave of his own phobia
Actually we copy this way the experience in this game
I get much more than many SAINT.P
4 life one love one Mike
One jointer at all and Kiss the sky
Bomb club puts in like a Jamaican scandal
Hey yo, he's fucking with the fact in your brain
Such an arrangement of bracha await the changes of gloomy
Earlier than this snow melts and it means
The next trace will be left as a minimum
In the heads of hundreds of thousands on which the clinic cries

As promised, the most dangerous
Also, reports from our
With the coast of SAINT.P catch these rhymes inside these tracks
See semantic passages, the wave of Peter shakes you
Out of the Land Cruiser or Infinity buffers
In the classical circle of tinted nine
Street music rhythms shakes your cars
Do not hurry to draw conclusions we write about the life of man
How do you hear this situation you know yourself
This fact is a tight form
If there is a staff on hand it's your mother's mother bomb bomb

I will continue and if you are with me
Raise your arm above your head
Guy let me know God gave us strength
But do not bother me for the fact that your god did not treat you right.
It's not beautiful and we have nothing to do with it
Shoulder to shoulder only those who stir so hotly
You can burn if not ready
And if you are ready, then you will get more and more
Perd you now a whole detachment of ms
You thought hip-hop died no. He lives in Saint Pi
This is not a rapper homie we are doing rap
So I do not write poetry so I'm not a poet.
Cripple, halo back-end, hala back Karab
Idalo hahalo hohalo backing
We go out of darkness into this bright light
You thought you'd stop us, no.

Obudy in sneakers, on a deeper cap
Red eyes puffed up like a wind
I ask people to raise their hands to the top
Then I open my brain like a can of canned food
Yes you already heard Casta and Crack,
Bastu and Set, Moscow and the Center
I as they made my own contribution,
I'm a Russian rapper my rhymes like a bullet in a turnip
Everyone screams that he is in nature Rambo
But listening to the tracks under the chair with laughter
On the chest of the chain, straight from the streets of the ghetto
I take a mike and tear like a little hot water bottle
I still have enough for a piece of bread
I collect rhymes as if the designer LEGO
Under itself you cut a branch
If you write here disks win, forget about it.