Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drop Dead Lane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oleg Verov
Composer
Dmitry Ilyaguev
Songwriter
Levan Beniev
Songwriter
Lyrics
You can like me or not, say what you want
You can criticize me, but I'll bring the industry a new day
I'm fed up with this impenetrable night in rap that is delayed
What you gonna get when you mix new rap with the boom bap
Сut the mumble crap Put some real feelings on that
And hit the bitch with this motherfuckin' shit in a combat format?
(C-c-combo!)
I tell what you get, you get me, but I'm not trying to beef
I'm just talking to people
Regularly I'm not moving illegal, but if somebody dare me to listen
To "scrr, brrra" lyrical feacals
I'll defiantly take it for a personal insult
I'm immediately packing my Deagle that means
I'm done with the cerebral riddles
I'm moving from words to deeds, so I'm taking my pistol
Fuckin' up these hoes
I don't care if there anybody innocent
I intervent and put everybody on their knees
Stickin' this illegible, miserable shit straight in the guilty freaks
Then I finally leave the room
Come home and cross them of my checklist
But I will repeat this shit again if they meet me on the streets
And I won't hear some kind of Jay-Z from the headphones on their ears
Life is so fast and evanescent that I
Just can't allow you spend your time
On fucking retarded shit
That's not right, that in our world 6iine is as popular as Tech N9ne
No more lame response
When you ask for Sympathy
Prepare for endless storm
If your my enemy
I am to transform
Into melody
And use my semitones
As a curing remedy
I'm from the hood full of "Equincu Ochas"
Where you shouldn't walk in dark, better duck and watch out
Or it will cost you fucking torture
Body notches, risk of being unconscious
Uncharted this place is, you can never find it on map systems
Never mind, either way
I'm not hiding the reasons for me being so wicked on this bitches
Fake ass c-c-cowards, snitches
Bringing c-c-countless stitches
On those cl-cl-cloudy streets motherfuckers treat decency as an issue
I've abandoned this dimension, saving my mind from bad intensions
Homicide thoughts, suicide notes are
Definitely not my fucking direction
Parable says: you're gonna take my music
As a holy mixture that I'm giving to you
This procedure is inevitable
Even if you're motherfuckin' sinister devil
Despicable terrible cannibal on methamphetamine you're gonna let me in
And witness a miracle, obliterate yourself
And have a chance to resurrect as sinless pilgrim
And be no longer ignorant and infamous
As you happened to be in your mutherfuckin' miserable previous
Life is so fast and evanescent that I
Just can't allow you spend your time
On fucking retarded shit
That's not right, when the songs consisted of edlibs
Are something that people admire
No more lame response
When you ask for sympathy
Prepare for endless storm
If your my enemy
I am to transform
Into melody
And use my semitones
As a curing remedy
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