The New High

We do not smoke "Parliament" , we smoke blue " Bondets "
Hayter all comes from my end of the flow
Scream that I get around you strong enough
In Batlle do not get caught , and that will bear thee fuck
You're telling me the kid go to the gum Battle
You decided to teach his father a guy just crazy
Watch your language until I tore it
Will you talk a lot pohoranyu deep
I have a sharp flow , you have a voice for children
I like in the popular chanson Garik Krichevsky
I do not need steep producers to promote me
I only need a bit and micro Hall will scream
My ears wither if I hear your bit
I see that shit, but you scream that it's a hit
Stay at the opinion , Hall decides
Who's the king of rap , and who is done for rickets
Will take a little time and your career is over
You rap divorce, and I will go with him to the altar
You say that King Kong , and by type of monkey
You run in rap did not seem long, but you have shortness of breath
Do you want your songs people called hits
But some circus clowns with their zovёsh Kents
According to you , these songs are good
But under no reasons not I call you bro

Chorus:
I do not look at you with high normal lad
All enemies and Hayter show middle finger
And if you're jealous of me , and a new era of rap
Know a kid on your opinion I honestly poher

I do not look at you with high normal lad
All enemies and Hayter show middle finger
And if you're jealous of me , and a new era of rap
Know a kid on your opinion I honestly poher

It's time you retire , your song is sung
Sitting , as if in a cave and you have no light
No one shakes hands under your bits
Instead of micro and equipment wadding and bandages
You're like a child who has taken away the candy
But you feel sorry for poles, female, no sense
Lost in horror at the sight of my name
After listening to your songs them, we buried
Would chick invited on dates
And now let's tell you goodbye