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Seven-One
Su-rely, su-rely,
Okey, surely you won't deny, people can do big things,
And it's not important how many cash u got in the pocket, belive me!
If for some people is easy to live here,
It isn't said that God will help them there,
At feet of the blocks, u can stay all your life,
And outrun property, those who have villa - by your mind,
Because u're not worst than them,
They can look at you strange,
You've to pull out conclusions,
Do your shit, for yourself, not under someone,
And never let'em to play with you, (cool)
I know some people, who rest on the laurels,
Today, they're dead, but they've oxygen... they left with no "bye, bye",
You don't think that they will comprehend,
They prefer to inhale "lines", and think that they still got it,
And some guyz from here says, that I could achieve something,
Because I have fucked flow, and how can I waste it,
When I create this, this is shock!
And I will make a big mistake,
When i put my lyrics in the corner,
Oh my God, I was quiet since one year!
And I don't think, that I rap worse,
But there was a moment, when I fall depth,
Because, I flex under block,
I've enough of this fucking memories,
What? You never feel like I do here,
Never, walking out of the gate, you don't looks like I do,
And I'm fucking angry again, because I can't write anything,
And this pressure, because people wants me on CD's,
I'm running out from there, still living in the past here,
Which what makes me a bitch, and this exceeded me,
And I've fucking problem, because druggs changed me,
In the past when I write a song, I've got it in two hours,
What I should tell you? In life there is some stages,
And you are fucking high or you fucked up, you know ?
Or you fucked up, you know?

Haju

Hey! Surely you won't deny, that world is a test of knowledge,
And without it, it's like no experience of life,
Homies comes into troubles like everybody,
Facts are, that we risk ourselfs on the setbacks,
Yea, man didn't elaborate with us, school educator,
How I should live? I ask today, left or right?
My buddies, write lyrics in the gates,
And Zaiks, should long ago give them their own thousend,
They rap hard, this is swamp under them,
It draw money like it's magic by Chudini,
They play for free, and they've got throat like vinyl,
Scratched, black flow from the shoulder of my nickname,
They can only play, but nobody see them,
There's no "Eska", there's no "viva" (Music programs)
Benches are there, and old building, cables,
They hanging limp between blocks, dead places,
If u want, give me a piece of paper, I gonna write a new album,
Now I know what is important, it's not a bag of weed,
I see ya all on the block who're fighting,
My people are my anchor, and my passion,
I belive so hard and I foretell a success,
But only God know, how it gonna be,
I destroy the walls, for us and for them,
Because we can everything, it's strenght with no borders!

Jot

And instead do only this what I had to do,
I do only this thing what I need to survive,
Here, where it's not easy to belive, it's so hard to try,
Backyard faith is so high,
Come visit us, and check this world for a minute,
Someone impose penance to us long time ago,
And we're trying to go far above a stake,
Move your ass, because this time is fucking running fast like a mad,
I have to love this shit, what I got,
Every meter, every Oz., that's only what I know,
In this place, instead of back in the past, I push everything on the top!
All this shit, and this road u wont see on the photo,
U gonna hear it on the beat, every our track gives a life,
From heart to heart, every verse here is like mirror reflection,
It's crossing the border, and tear when it wake up his own target,
And I every time, stay' up from the ground,
Flick dust from myself, like im going out from flames,
I going on the front, often upstream,
Because I didnt know, when comes chance to change something...