You want to hear the real hip hop style,
And you assert that you aren't little child.
Than be ready for killing your brain,
Close you fuckin eyes and never complain.
Now I'm starting my extreme attack,
And I want to believe that you like my stack.
My rhymes was born at Khmelnitsky, Ukraine.
If you have some minutes I'll show you the pain.
Many fuckin hustlers want me to shut up,
But I'm not stopping, so mother fuckers wake up.
Jump to the roof and shriek like animals,
Because my words will sting you like the bees.
My rap is so wicked and I haven't teardrops,
If you want to live you must fuck the cops.
I hope that you don't a fuckin bullshit
Feel a hip hop style and don't be like a nit.
Don't close your mind for my street rhymes,
Open your fucking eyes and listen me many times.


Peace niguz...