At least three times the Rap Game died
By shots of middle-talent lyrics.
Mc’s are driven by the pride
Because they’re risen by the critics.
What was an art now is a cancer,
Conveyor of the narc and shit.
Young people shouldn’t find an answer
In music with the naked beat.
Rap Game
© Copyright: Исаков Александр, 2017
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