Singer: OGM. Page 1

Family life is rich in immense temptations, adventures like the novels of Jules Verne.

"Till death do you part" - the expression is wrong. To add here would be:"... or suddenly desire bad..."

Infidelity, as the metal pushes to the surface.
What today's mystery, tomorrow will be advised.

Explore the world, people, yourself. Put in line all saw the heart-mind.

Don't put the ellipsis where there is no understanding.
Tempt the desire for knowledge, applied efforts
in order to step over some edge.

But the fight is not over. Words are swords sharpened.

Words the beat has won the hearts and charts.
For rap, breakdance, graffiti, DJing, knowledge
say thank you to the Bronx and 70s.

Hey, look, generation! Not in the Slavic spirit attack with the humiliation on the family of the opponent.

Government and religion will never be able to do what he did DJs in the South Bronx in the ' 70s.
They were able to defeat the evil creativity. Grandmaster Flash. Kool Herc. And Afrika Bambaataa.

Our family can't continue to p*dryly with gay pride parades.
We despise them for a reason, so why glad
see girls-lesbian screen, front... back...
We're all sick. And this is an obvious truth.

Nature's ruin, clogging up water, oxygen.
Another hole Roy, himself preparing the coffin...

We create the reality in which we do not rushing.
Then look for separation, the flight back, where everything is opposite.

Evil daring fate? Or do they - proud, dull, deceitful, greedy, evil?

Time to think, until we reached the edge of selling everything for money and buying.