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i was staying up on "like-scene", while being ripped
by someone i did not see, like i felt grip,
i mean, being gripped off, i felt like i did
some shit with my words and found me too weird.
i was beyonв desk, like hiding there up,
defending me from crod i'm afraid of,
tried saying something, but words were just stuck up
as if some dude right now cut my tongue off.
i change its style just a bit, but what's up?
look up at that girl - i want her pissed off.
she said like i'm bad, so get your fuck out,
no, suck my cock, bitch... oh, man, ah, calm down,
relax and get grip, forget what she said.
she's stupid, ain't she? oh, yeah, and we're mad.
we can do what we want. do we do what?
we think, we rhyme, we write, we rap, we... WHAT?
i change it again to ask "why am i writing on english:
to keep me anonymous or be strictly distinguished,
to be clear in my words or veil what i want be hidden,
to avoid all the problems or just rush to be beaten,
accused of unpatriotism or how it's else called?"
then i'm perplexed with the question... "what is my fault?"
is it that i express what i feel even though on nonnnative language
and you don't understand what i say? it's my advantage.
i may say something rude, while smiling - you won't get nothing.
don't be stupud, why i gotta apologize for the nothing?
i'm sorry, i'm writing on nonnative language,
doing not by request, but cuz my Russian is damaged.
when i ain't able to write i feel something like famine
and i go outa control, so, bitch, excuse me... GODDAMN IT.
this is final 4-line verse, it is special to you.
it either doesn't bother you at all or seems like facial to you.
when you listen up to my words and you tryna rude back
you're supposed to hear me quoting Him, "i just don't give a fuck"
so, even if i offend ya,
even if i provoke
ya to return it to me,
i say i crack a joke.
i use rhymes, coming to me,
i say i slake the thirst
to write, i cause your anger
and i provoke its burst
so, AVENGE.
by someone i did not see, like i felt grip,
i mean, being gripped off, i felt like i did
some shit with my words and found me too weird.
i was beyonв desk, like hiding there up,
defending me from crod i'm afraid of,
tried saying something, but words were just stuck up
as if some dude right now cut my tongue off.
i change its style just a bit, but what's up?
look up at that girl - i want her pissed off.
she said like i'm bad, so get your fuck out,
no, suck my cock, bitch... oh, man, ah, calm down,
relax and get grip, forget what she said.
she's stupid, ain't she? oh, yeah, and we're mad.
we can do what we want. do we do what?
we think, we rhyme, we write, we rap, we... WHAT?
i change it again to ask "why am i writing on english:
to keep me anonymous or be strictly distinguished,
to be clear in my words or veil what i want be hidden,
to avoid all the problems or just rush to be beaten,
accused of unpatriotism or how it's else called?"
then i'm perplexed with the question... "what is my fault?"
is it that i express what i feel even though on nonnnative language
and you don't understand what i say? it's my advantage.
i may say something rude, while smiling - you won't get nothing.
don't be stupud, why i gotta apologize for the nothing?
i'm sorry, i'm writing on nonnative language,
doing not by request, but cuz my Russian is damaged.
when i ain't able to write i feel something like famine
and i go outa control, so, bitch, excuse me... GODDAMN IT.
this is final 4-line verse, it is special to you.
it either doesn't bother you at all or seems like facial to you.
when you listen up to my words and you tryna rude back
you're supposed to hear me quoting Him, "i just don't give a fuck"
so, even if i offend ya,
even if i provoke
ya to return it to me,
i say i crack a joke.
i use rhymes, coming to me,
i say i slake the thirst
to write, i cause your anger
and i provoke its burst
so, AVENGE.
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