Lyrics WISTEN - СТАФ

In this urban dust and soot
You can consider something like classics
If all this is not a utopia
And that in general can be called classics
Bravo, you wanted it easier
behind tinting you hide a smoke or something more hard
A bunch of experienced newcomers
These throws were not for scoring
The poet, chained to the genre
Do not change the color, even if you take an acid bath
Planer according to plan
Smoke is falling over the city, the gray dome
In the traditions of the genre, the path is confused
A real warrior is always calm
Build, build, namutit join
On the streets a lot of new buildings
Soon traces will return you to the system
With ease bend the steel
Claws tear solid style
It's inside you
What are you looking for?
Style from the rocks
Internal instinct became
Recitative microsamping cartridges
Walls shudder outside even
Bits past panel and five-story buildings
In this city soaked in smoow and soot
There are also positive characters
What looks, listens
Cover and cover
Kills sniffing
Does not leave alone
You can ignore
And even if I get out of the dark
When the light is switched on there will be traces

Open your eyes, look at the composition
From under the floor a completely legal stew swings
Bits on timeline, text in dreams
Begins diving hip-hop bathyscaphe

In the world of dreamers, it is not so thoroughly
Written accurate note in the notebook
It remains only to read
And that you will be shown these playlists with pink lazhe
When the lights are lit, everyone will throw off their masks
easy steps
Slowly following a familiar site
how quietly it did not sleep, the sleeping area
I see these walls on through
Microphone on