Слова:
End Of The Rope Cut Off Your Wings

to redefine your hip-hop guideline You can play the sideline, write rhymes in your spare time 'Cuz I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose

jetted after it Through nature's labyrinth-rinth-rinth [Siah] But see the rabbit was quick, it took a year off my kicks and the 'S' off my chest, felt

you in the early life, throw your arms in the garbage bin Records will retard the spin, lay my gats on wax Slit your belly open and stash a hammer in