This will not hear on the radio
Coined in the underground smithy
Sinestet with metal flower petals
You can not fuck brother with this matrix
While you hanging with Hamdija, Brankica
New rymes on my desk waiting for written
Time to go into the studio and start spit
Cold, nasty bombs, audio gulag
Yesterday I was again late in the awake
At six in the morning came home crashed
To lie down it should be me fall
fall asleep, I dream to be swept away by floods
I wake up nervous, drowsy and dangerous
I get up at half two, run away as soon as possible without
Hiphop teacher, psychological torturer
Abuser in the rap industry
Dick smoke until it choked nerds
Panoptik verse armagedon propercy
Doctor Frankenstein, Einstein, Eisenstein
Regresum ad infinitum, strange loops
Mp3 in my ears, listening to Cypress Hill
Walk through the street, the cerebral dome
Beautiful frescoes, Magellan Cypher Sniper
outsider, the invisible man