SECTOR-SECTOR-SECTOR
I hold a volcano, in two hands
I don't hold napalm, if you got into my teeth
I tore the wounds with salt, if you attacked
Shotgun, oneshot - I dig into bodies
Stylac, hid style in a cadillac
Hearse, my class is a tank, juggernaut, all-in
Soldier, I close my flank
I am a dreadnought, my dreadlock is my rank
This is my stun, dreadlock in steel, like a dreadnought
Under armor, under ground-ground witchhouse
Acid in thread, my harm is my sauce
Super Saiyan visor, my taser - your way out
Hammer of resistance, camera at 30
I freeze in a pose in which I can't be heard
Double trouble, my mumble is louder than the scream of an eyewitness
On the way behind him, in the footsteps, like in
Zarnitsa
Haa, I was hungry from the cold
Even though I'm not young, I'll smash it with a hammer
Gadflies are burning on my fire
I yearn for your senseless arguments
Haa I'll finish it with a chisel
What's not pierced I'll smash with a hammer
Heads on stakes through a picket fence in the field
Like ions of current like force-s on a wire
I don't hold napalm if you ask for honesty
My opinion is that anxiety understyle is already here
Maybe I smoked on the block in the morning when I was 10
But now I'm a bitch and I'm out at night smoking weed
Okay, you get it haha this whole mentality
Fuck the mainstreams, no cap here
I work to eat
I'll earn money for trap
You know that there will never be many coins
All my boys are with me
It's like a wall next to me
From the barrel the flame is blazing
You're drooling
As if the tank is my plan is my rank
Started where I am all by myself