One man army is at it, mon ami,
Spittin’ while heaven is staring down at me,
Not in a mood to cherish anyone’s nervous system,
So I’m unleashing the devilish energy,
Past it? - nah, my pen, indeed,
Still can produce some magic, would you believe?
All it will take is - 808 and a kick
To be played - ima turn into a prime Kendrick,
Goin’ gracie on all of these shamrocks,
Stomping like crazy, crushing ‘em damn rocks -
This be the bass drum you can hear from Denmark,
Gunshots as snares hittin’ as hard as fuck,
Beat’s knocking, so pay attention
To what I say on this mad ass show,
Shit’s real - no more red dead redemptions online,
Cut the fantasy off - no more Raymond Chou
In the building, it’s Octagon, baby,
Got to go strong to obtain the payment, G
I can not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck being clean,
Even if I have to go to hell for making dreams
Come true, ok, I’ll take it on the chin;

Cuz they put us in this position, where
Nobody would be even listening to us, or care
About how we living, so we going bare
In this World’s pussy - poor man’s nightmares
Never been bothering these gents,
Who rule - matter of fact, theres a big chance
That you can be shamelessly used again and again
As a cash cow, until you’re done out here, my friend,
All they do is constantly trying to trap you
Like in ‘em Saw movies - look what trusting them led to,
Once you stop breathing, there is a step two,
Descendants of yours will end up in the net too,
Seems, all you have left is the Red Tube,
A couple of six packs and a mad dude
Showing up on the telly for twenty years in a black suit,
Telling ‘em fairy-tales, feeding the crap to you,
And we all end up in the queue,
Awaiting slaughter, there is no rescue
From this eternal jail and we have zero clue
What will come after corona and swine flu,
Expecting the next hell to be put through,
Not knowing what’s being invented by this crew
Of them powerful men, who often like new
Stuff to be tested, only if I knew…

What ima being brought to, you would not have to tell me
Twice about this, I would’ve killed myself in the belly,
Came out still, screaming «EI!», like Nelly,
Only to dive in shit, bet you can smell me,
Was smiling at first, but this planet ain’t friendly,
Met me with the outburst of anger and ran me
Over with it’s monstrosity, Stan Lee
Would have never thought of making up
A villain, who’s that mean,
As some of these dons the real life can show you,
The World we live in is moldier than Dor Blue,
I often get tired of doin’ all on my own due
To the fact that I known - there is no one to
Count on - It’s just me in my shoes,
So I’m on some Joyner shit - gimme my juice,
Learned some from Nas, G, I will not lose,
Invincible vibe - none of these unais in bakus,
Even though I hate this place, but since i’m here,
I’m gonna fight for my cream, fuck fear,
Gonna make this year better than last year,
They hit me with nastiness - I will be nastier,
Ready to turn each rhyme into a rapier,
Let ‘em go viral, like hashtag #yopierre,
I know the time’s limited and death is there
Waiting for me, still I’m a hell of a guest here

Made in USSR,
Was meant to fail, but doin’ good so far,
Care about no flags and anthems, Tsoi’s guitar
In my DNA, the plan is to shoot for the stars,
Em’s my tutor, Pac’s my God,
I’m from the era, when words meant a lot
Times, when you wouldn’t even dare to plot
Steppin’ up to the mic if your bars ain’t up
To scratch, end of talk,
We could have chatted shit, but walked the walk,
I follow the code still - deadly hawk missile
Type of rhymes that I spit like a reservoir dog
Into this microphone,
Possessed by Biggie - I’m dead wrong
For not goin’ HAM on these mumbling clones
Destroying the genre I love, I’d put tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps - Twilight, mines - Nosferatu,
I might die searchin’ for El Dorado
And never find it, but here is what I know:
You can easily have more diamonds and gold than me,
But be a bum, if we compare our rhymes and flows

Fuck doing the trendy shit,
Not gonna sell out for retweets,
Likes, views, have zero wish to cheat
My way into this game with all of ‘em cheap
Autotunes and corny ad-libs,
I’m a born MC, so behave, kids,
Them verses I spit leave flames on my lips,
Skills equal to rainbow flicks
In football, dope, like Pamela’s tits
From ’92 boy, but this ain’t it
According to some underage pricks
And all of ‘em simple-minded, sack-licking
Assholes, making my rage kick
In and I tell ‘em to shove radio hits
They jerk off to up their butts, dang it’s
Sad to see who gets fame and clicks
Nowadays, most people are apes still
And, even more to say,
Shit got worse, it’s been a downgrade
From what we used to be a couple of decades
Prior to 2O2O, shame on
Humanity for going backwards, chains
We never got rid of, don’t call for a change
Up top, unless you can make your own brain

Cells function, you can be from Grand Junction,
City of Angels, New York, London, Pekin, Moscow,
Kiev or, even fucking Birabidzhan, son -
All places feel like Hell’s Dungeon
For those who listen to goddamn conscience
Still and refuse to be pawns in this dirty ass chess game
And would prolly run the first chance
They got, but where’d they hide from
Countless grown-ups wearing ‘em diapers,
Who easily buy into all these lies
That get told by .gov parasites,
Crime and wars for all of those guys
Mean profit, laboratory mice
Vote for them, hoping for better life,
Crowd’s memory is short as Plies,
Sheep put wolves on thrones,
Shit music plays in sheep’s headphones,
I often hate to be in this mess, bro,
But I keep going, cuz I ain’t alone here,
Can’t let down those, who got love for me -
The fight for the prize is on,
A tough one to win, but a wise man once told:
«If you don’t believe - you have no chance at all»