Newest old school
I wanted to say something, to improvise
But fuck it, let's rock
It is just warm up
Boy we came to rock
Please enjoy the show
Drop Dead Lane is on
Drop Dead Lane is on a roll
Big bad Bes is in the zone
The master is coming for you with a flawless solo
But there's enough hot flow in it to load a flamethrower
No one expected but I am rapping threat
I ain't playing motherfucker unless it's Russian roullete
Big Bes from the M-town you gon' never forget
In my city stakes are so high, you can lost you're breath
And please save your jokes for the bears we have
My town doesn't care how much you sweat
Don't give a shit, blood, tears unless you bet
Your life. And that's the best thing you have?
Sometimes yeah you can feel upset
But it's a Hero state no one will ever forget
And it depends on you what accolades you have
So boy don't complain if you lost your bet
We have our own game, freak show I guess
But don't get me wrong, we have few names to respect
Yesterday it was a hobby, nothing serious planned
Feels like I was walking by the rap and he yelled
And since then I will never look back
I call rap Marvel, so who are we? You guess
Just look how many clowns allowed to rap
The game needs us and we came to collect
Your souls, all them gigabytes that left
From this day we are the most feared duet
U won't see pinky nails or colored head
No tattoos on our face, we are all about rap
You wonder what Bes means
Come on explain them Dis
We bring you the show
3, 2, 1 let's go
B for the best, E for the explicit
S for the sickest in the Moscow city
Bitches become automatically busy for their misters
When they see him, ripping of their bikinis and leaning
They gon' call us new school
Brother I bet
But we the newest old school
Hundred percent
Just listen to the sound, don't you like what you get
Trust we just getting started
All-conquering heads
And even if you try, you can never make us
Fall flat on our face, ain't nobody break us
This album our loud statement to provide abatement
We knee deep in it, who needs a restatement fucking impatient
Your craziest patients, where's the celebration
When you hear Drop Dead Lane conversations
Ain't got no time for the vacation. Hardest combination
Who needs decoration when this two ancient gods rap representations
That was just warm up
Boy we came to rock
Please enjoy the show
3, 2, 1 let's go
B for the best, E for the explicit
S for the sickest in the Moscow city
Bitches become automatically busy for their misters
When they see him, ripping of their bikinis and leaning
But fuck it, let's rock
It is just warm up
Boy we came to rock
Please enjoy the show
Drop Dead Lane is on
Drop Dead Lane is on a roll
Big bad Bes is in the zone
The master is coming for you with a flawless solo
But there's enough hot flow in it to load a flamethrower
No one expected but I am rapping threat
I ain't playing motherfucker unless it's Russian roullete
Big Bes from the M-town you gon' never forget
In my city stakes are so high, you can lost you're breath
And please save your jokes for the bears we have
My town doesn't care how much you sweat
Don't give a shit, blood, tears unless you bet
Your life. And that's the best thing you have?
Sometimes yeah you can feel upset
But it's a Hero state no one will ever forget
And it depends on you what accolades you have
So boy don't complain if you lost your bet
We have our own game, freak show I guess
But don't get me wrong, we have few names to respect
Yesterday it was a hobby, nothing serious planned
Feels like I was walking by the rap and he yelled
And since then I will never look back
I call rap Marvel, so who are we? You guess
Just look how many clowns allowed to rap
The game needs us and we came to collect
Your souls, all them gigabytes that left
From this day we are the most feared duet
U won't see pinky nails or colored head
No tattoos on our face, we are all about rap
You wonder what Bes means
Come on explain them Dis
We bring you the show
3, 2, 1 let's go
B for the best, E for the explicit
S for the sickest in the Moscow city
Bitches become automatically busy for their misters
When they see him, ripping of their bikinis and leaning
They gon' call us new school
Brother I bet
But we the newest old school
Hundred percent
Just listen to the sound, don't you like what you get
Trust we just getting started
All-conquering heads
And even if you try, you can never make us
Fall flat on our face, ain't nobody break us
This album our loud statement to provide abatement
We knee deep in it, who needs a restatement fucking impatient
Your craziest patients, where's the celebration
When you hear Drop Dead Lane conversations
Ain't got no time for the vacation. Hardest combination
Who needs decoration when this two ancient gods rap representations
That was just warm up
Boy we came to rock
Please enjoy the show
3, 2, 1 let's go
B for the best, E for the explicit
S for the sickest in the Moscow city
Bitches become automatically busy for their misters
When they see him, ripping of their bikinis and leaning
Credits
Writer(s): веров олег борисович, дмитрий русланович ильягуев, леван бениев александрович
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