Текст: Dj Krush. Jaku. Kill Switch.

This is Minister Metal Foot
Treat a pedal Like an earwig
And cook off by applying the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle
Serf homes like I tweaked when the beak
Hit the bones, leave him alone
Leaky break fluid but ghost
The boy whip swift
Cruise for the unusually mutual shoes
In & out hotstepper lane eat fame
Spit the blinking lights back to the lions
Keep the name freak the frame
Like it lasts without compromising the mission
On guard to peak with the gain the second
The second frame twitches
Which is fine, I learned stay alert early
For the buzzards that burgle the worms
Know nothing of mercy
Wrote this one in europe with Walz while his ravi sick at home,
It`s killin` him
If you can`t identify
Peep, see when you kill the shows, then the bills unfold
And if the bills unfold, the children ain`t gonna pick at bones
Only soldiers shouldres built to carry weight could troop us
Shake a room up scoop the venue phone
1-800 Brooklyn zoo is Kenya home
I mean, it`s love when the screams leave your face
But it`s realer when your seed`s fever breaks
Kid, I got your family, pull up a chair
I got a little something that I want y`all to hear
There is much greater peace out there still
And if I gotta carry it home in my teeth for y`all, I will

There is a greater love
Greater than your papercuts
Greater than the labor
Suckin souls out of the razor tongued
All eyes on it
Cut the edge and cut for it
Water & hot porridge
There is a medicine I know and live
It dissolves and swims between the bones and skin
When the dry walls start closing in
I mosey out to hold the win
Kill switch

Welcome to sham citiy limits
Let your insects do the walking
Let your indent through the shredder
Let your instinct make it awkward
If Gitty in the gauntlet, set the phasers on kill
Cuz the millions that haunt it ain`t offered the same pills
My chemical happy squad operate with freedom fighters
Eye of the tiger pride prize fight
Nighter off a Geiger napkin scribble to crack riddles
Fizzle back in after the ax tip rizzle grips actually swivels
And they won`t stop asking all the wrong questions
All the right answersfor s**t you ain`t find interesting
Hand pull the plug and fuck it
Make a hundred albums, not a one for public consumption
Now that`s that, good lovin`
Lugging fetus
Feedback isn`t what I got down for
Dancing on the ceiling with that lip
On the ground floor of the building
You`d leak anything from document to poison
To stand on your brother`s face and holler boyant
Float like a butterfly
Sting Jackals you could never shackle
Zooka maggots bring mavericks
Sing a song of sick spit blood in savage
Illin` children, cuttin` papers lilac in the attic
And I casualy shift up
These crusaders hold a dual saber defense
For the cruel natured weekend drifter
Please do not interupt the placement of the steak
On my kinfolk`s plate, wait...