Instr All in ya heads Куплет 1: Where's ur soul, USA, where u've lost it, baby, Busted by gangsta wars and snuffed by cocain. Killed Tupac, Jim Morrison and Curt Cobain, U aim me but cops are only ones I blame. Yeah! The style of Moisei, ease pain, Mind Games. Smoking some joint listenning to Morchiba flame. Rock bottom is where I'm commin' for, can u hear me, hey?? Stop livin' massonic lifes to be save from the insanes. And they never stop lying what I did maintain, I said that we'are all God's children of fortune and fame. And you praying my Name, beleave the shepherd rappin' Makiavelli was the same Godfather besaid, you are not mistaking, like the angels of hell will never stop riddin' I will never stop moving crowds that don't understand that I'm moving them, where's my winged helm? - What u want, boddy? - what u mean, fellow?
Хук: The better the milk the more gunJah eat cow. Suicide Queens borrow, swarm of crows. Wanna fly to the sky but just have overdosed, Was lost been found Bill Hicks' riddin' white horse. X2
Куплет 2: Ну что, поехали?! Нашу, русскую зарядим им, пендосам, Лебедь, рак и щука - групповуха, но все там же воз, Рифмами вышибу из них дерьмо, как авитаминоз весной, Миллион, миллион алых доз, ты только пой мне! Они учат нас ебстись в жопу, мы их - пить водку, В каррибах поднимает перрископ желтая подлодка, Столько хлопот с этой международной политикой, ну б ее, С криками 'панки хой' осаждаем Нью-Йорк. Йо! Слово наверх, нигерочки, в этом я с вами согласен, Че раззеваешь пасть, пес? Шалом аллейхум, здрасьте, Я как клоун красти, а Бог Морей разворачивает снасти, Научил его рэпу, а он даже не купил айс ти. Ну что, Америка, кому продала свою грешную душу, Побивая баклуши и суетя на углу пушингом, Поганые войны в латинских странах, как в Панаме, Ответ - цунами, если не догадались сами.
Хук: The better the milk the more gunJah eat cow. Suicide Queens borrow, swarm of crows. Wanna fly to the sky but just have overdosed, Was lost been found Bill Hicks' riddin' white horse. X2
Куплет 3: Like the submarine's yellow: possition silence, lay low, U are killing for things that I left below, style of rainbow, Suiside Queens borrow in the dark sky swarm of crows, U hurry and run for illusions and don't think 'bout tommorow. Who do u believe in? Seems like some marmonic pope, Kenny West hanged himsefl, but Yaki Kaddafi cut the rope, Never don't stop, work hard. u call urself hip-hop? Hip Hop is One Nation of God. Tupac. King of Ghetto, Son of the Lord, famous MC New York, Nas, u tryin' to be me, you attemps sound like a Joke, What the Teacher, not fake KRS-One, tought, I told Protect the Tsar, keep formation and strike with swords. Horrow the servant, control it, feal them hearts fear, In Russia the tiger is already killed with style of sincere, And other bitches from the clan, massonic wu-tang, Walk turning around and look up for ur moms. Done.
Хук: The better the milk the more gunJah eat cow. Suicide Queens borrow, swarm of crows. Wanna fly to the sky but just have overdosed, Was lost been found Bill Hicks' riddin' white horse. X2