Singer: OGM. Page 3

We are blessed with peace, stepping down from important cases.
Going out into eternity forever, getting rid of the bodies.
But remain in the memory of loved ones and friends
close friends and all supporters of our ideas.

Body to ash, paper ash, line in the void...
I don't want that to happen after you die.
The poet's soul is immortal, truly believe in it.
Want my verses otrais echo
in the minds of those who are the river of life does not exhaust into steam.
Those who are not crazy coke and money gambling.
Will remain a street poet. Fu*k off fake superstars.
And if you miss, except playing Darts.

I'm not afraid of death, but sooner or later we are all gone, leaving behind pain and tears.

Whether the devil made me do it, whether in this world are people with the same weight of cash?

Jag, instead of to think critically. Manufacturing robots instead of the growth of the individual.

Tell me, where is the truth in the textbooks to find? Pseudoscience "grass stage", finds the longing...

Live and learn.
Century Tupi - century tycoons bother.

Although the name itself culture gave Africa Bambaataa,
but this is Clive in the sixty-ninth
began to gather around him guys
which then began to recite to the music, to dance at the party.
Incidentally, the term "b-boys" invented it - Jamaican DJ,
which was not dependent
no one is, or was, the king
cultural street moving.
Until that time, shameless DJs
with new York trying to sell to people pop, that is simply
there was nothing than was very fond of young people.
But still later
the meaning of life became music and text.
That such things... Yes...
The cultural revolution!

A lot of clowns on the stage, in their pockets not empty.
Yes, just that rap is sad...

The thirst for money and Boobs? Run, cry to Mama.
Hip-hop is not a brothel. Do not build castles in the air.

Clear - text writing is not in vain,
You need to write so that the track was a holiday
for those who were waiting for him as the coming of Jah Rasta.
If the essence of the track is clear - so everything is fine!

Maybe here in vain, and annoying pop music.
Now a lot of rappers from the scene talking all sorts of nonsense about love.
And each time to another girl.
You once loved?! Yeah, except that money.

... the other side of the stage shudder.
Not knowing the author of the poem you did not understand,
where is the lie, but where those big feelings.
Rhyme some verbs - not art.

"Ansata" in the head of the other such demonstrations on TV.
A lot of players here, a little present.
Little worthwhile of our attention.
Telecomasia, that is telemania.