[Chorus x2]
You may think gold is cool with colleagues
You may think that here's all the rap in it
You may think we have time to sell it
People like me are impressed with knowledge

[Verse 1]
I'm fine, I'm not jealous
Be careful what you think, hypocrisy can kill
Do you see if we have to get this knowledge ourselves?
As for information, plans, a sick intellect
You don't know anything except there's a mess around
You need to feel more to react
Don't tell me it's a grace to give up
Fuck, such a gracе is like smacking testicles
Lеave the phobia, not for me
I do not want to wonder if again
They've knocked us down, this plan that's killing the truth here
Every day, every half an hour, that's all you'd be scared of
Look who's looking, one shot make one bastard fall
It's okay, until you shoot yourself here
Is it art or is it luck? science or gift?
My start is intellect, that's what I have

[Chorus x2]
You may think gold is cool with colleagues
You may think that here's all the rap in it
You may think we have time to sell it
People like me are impressed with knowledge
[Verse 2]
Born to lose, buried to win
We want to survive here, you will admit the same
Our religion is rebellion and I believe it because I have a brain
What, above all costs, he would like to know
If it is a telest, it is just a nylon or a text that slowly flows over the paper in rhythm
Prestige, the underground, it's all about us, because that's how it is
Fate allowed, there will come a moment to fall asleep
I don't trust stations, no matter what program
I say what I think, I don't know any views
A curse, in youth currents and trends
Moscow or Belgrade, someone always sows terror
In these circles there is no mercy, although knowing if it hurts
As a rule, it turns into freaks when you have a dilemma, think about it
How much cabza do you need to know what's going on?

[Chorus x2]
You may think gold is cool with colleagues
You may think that here's all the rap in it
You may think we have time to sell it
People like me are impressed with knowledge

[Verse 3]
Stunned by the radio, television, money
You fucking have muck fiber as in the advertisement for sanitary napkins
You will pass it on in time, on generations on
So naked asses, coco and that fucking cabaret
Fuck "I have talent" because of talent and pride
You see the violin on the murder, he hides, I'll smash the instrument
Here's a razor and a cunt from the info, rock it
You made a live show plus broadcasting
Plus this objection, I have a whole lot of them
Even if the ladies sold the strawberries for change
They wanted money, not knowledge, inventions and experiences
And the reflection of whether this world is skimpy about artistry here
The rappers are dissolving themselves today, don't talk
Their flow and lyrics like 10 years ago, no problem
Fuck rap rap based on bullshit, my tracks are me an angel
My tracks are me, not easy and sure
[Chorus x2]
You may think gold is cool with colleagues
You may think that here's all the rap in it
You may think we have time to sell it
People like me are impressed with knowledge