Lunar Vision Кибер-ублюдки, я хакер Кибер-атака на комп твоей суки, она хочет быть с нами Подростки заряжены в это дерьмо, принимаю экзамен Аудиопанки, аудиотянки Пальцы печатали взломанный сервер, весь банк на изнанке Sci-Fi панки Wi-Fi нарки Lo-Fi дам Аудиотянки твой Twitter взломали, чтоб меньше пиздел Ниггер, ты без денег, ниггер, это твой удел (Ха-ха) Я могу научить делать деньги Взломать чертов мир, избежать всем войны Одна комната, 7 мазафак и компы Мы способны менять ход игры Это пиздец атака, пока все смотрели на ваш ебучий Запад Sci-Fi меня втянул в черные дыры Закат, закат, это атака, атака Закат, закат, запомни цифры, тупой ты motherfucker На космолете мы летаем, на Комсомольской созидаем Мой белый, ты меня не знаешь Мы тайное общество, всекаешь? (Oo) Мои люди дают интернет тебе Чтобы ты потом хуесосил меня (Иди нахуй) Что же потом будет дальше (Взломают к хуям) Твою жизнь, ты слышишь меня? (Р-ра) Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки Жесткие диски, тянутся трубки Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки Взломанный сервер полученный в руки Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки (Уo) Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки, это сука, кибер-ублюдки Кибер-ублюдки, мы кибер-ублюдки Закройте свой рот и уйдите назад Пошел нахуй, сука, пошел нахуй, сука У меня безлимит, забери свой Wi-Fi Делать больше надо здесь, уо Ты пришел, чтоб смотреть, aй Я пустил свою сеть, ay киберпанк вам пиздец Делать больше, делать больше Нахуй вас надо, работа, съебись с моей платы, уебок Мое дерьмо обновляется снова, блять Это я интернет, это я проводной Это я твои сети, я твой Wi-Fi Я помог вам искать, я помог выше встать Кибер-рэп мой Sci-Fi, нет дороги назад Интернет мой бог, флоу синтетик Ты не с нами лох, иди убейся Кибер-панки выше всех уже давно, ах Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки Я снова в дерьмо, блять Эй, я, эй, я, эй, у-у У-у Уоо Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки Жесткие диски, тянутся трубки Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки Взломанный сервер полученный в руки Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки, уо Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки, это сука, кибер-ублюдки Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки, это сука, кибер-ублюдки Кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки, кибер-ублюдки Я снова в дерьмо, блять

Yesterday I told my sons Sometimes the bad guys win And that it made me scared about the world that we live in But I had to reassure them that it wouldn't be for long Sons we have to be ourselves We have to be strong I said, Boys you are the future, so let this be a lesson There may come a day you have to fight off their aggression Cause fear and hatred won today, the darkness ate the light But both of you look in my eyes, it'll be all right In every step you take I'm with you all the way Cause I would die for you And do what's right for you In hopes that when I'm gone You'll carry on These words I wrote for you 'Til then... I'll sing Stand your ground Don't let the bastards grind you down Be bold, be strange Don't let their fears make you afraid There's hope They'll change Well I looked out to the world today, thought What a bloody mess! They stripped our morals from us, put 'em under house arrest Liberty and country are the words they need to speak A little God, a little freedom, if we don't agree we're weak And every politician stood there idle and so smug Empowering the racists and Second Amendment thugs Wall Street and the billionaires, convinced us they're so smart Screaming, Vote with your wallets, instead of with your hearts! But we won't go away! You won't forget our name! The pussy generation, the PC and the brave The protesters that slink along these streets of misery And so... I'll sing Stand your ground Don't let the bastards grind you down Be bold, be strange Don't let their fears make you afraid There's hope, we'll change We'll change We'll change No, no, no, no, no We say, No, no, no, no, no Fuck no! No, no, no, no, no Fuck no! So give us all your fuckers, all your niggas, and your spits Give us all your Muslims, the so-called terrorists We'll welcome 'em with open arms and put 'em in our mix We're better off together now, embrace our difference Remember there is love! Our words can stop their guns Forget the rednecks Living in the past We're never going back now, we've reached critical mass! And so... I'll sing Stand my ground Won't let the bastards grind me down I'm bold, I'm strange Won't let their fears make me afraid There's hope, they'll change

So one night me and my, Some dude at my crew and this shit Is gonna hit the spot along the green line You live up so we have to paint that Fit the wall to stations away a couple of days back Check it, the discope was filling it out, and We knew that the wall was on a CSJ route, Then again what isnt is a wall they dont check Is a wall they this fuck yeah It was perfect, perfect you from the metro But had a funny feeling in my stomach from The get go, next thing I knew We was at the spot. fuck CSJ, Fuck being caught I was on the east side of U-town roaming round Saturday night fight fo slowing down Pigs stepping up, stopped us, started talking For no reason, three guys just started walking Just there the taxi showed up to dentsy Between us lets keep this a little secret Said I had the pupil yeah its dark out So my mom could remove carpark Told them clubs for fishing the pen for sign The final discs and shit yes I did mind this Wasnt their business tryna mind mine You wanna take me downtown Pig o right fine Im such a toy I take time to write signs And they were both on when I was on my outline Got the piece looking derp He was telling me not to work She was telling me to hurt I was signing a peace bath then declairing a war when All of a sudden we was here in the car, and Worst case scenerio fearing the lawman Peak round the corner sure enough that they arent there We spun around me and the dude Jump the fence cross the track Aint no looking back no stopping man On top of that was supposed to lose all cans Forgot the plan let go of all bruce that just ran PIGS CANT KEEP UP WITH THE TIMES RIGHT IN FRONT EM 1, 2, 3 Pigs cant keep up with the times right in front em 1, 2, 3 Pigs cant keep up with the times right in front em 1, 2, 3 Pigs cant keep up with the times right in front em 1, 2, 3 At the station, nothing to hide just

You think I'm an ignorant savage And you've been to so many places I guess it must be so But still I can't see, if the savage one is me How can it be so much that you don't know Ran here we go hard on the bottles on

"Smoke an ounce on the reg, in u-town on the reg From down south I arrive and we lounge on the reg" "'round here, big bottles, green bags on the reg In five years we'll be in rehab on the reg" (Rewind) Throw it up when we're on stage Front - back, bomb tracks, lebron james Gon ron j on 'em blonde babes And make videos like tom h, john wayne And kanye, but no gold or no autotune Go hard, flow bars, sean carter New mix for my peeps, new kicks on my feet Kap, got some new tricks up your sleeve? (George Kaplan) Hell yeah, got some new tricks up indeed To use broads and get more new chicks up in sheets Than too short, and won't let you leave 'Til we twistin' rizzla and weed like tek & steele (Rewind) Keep em pumpin' like the texas tea Me and kap, academics and the boss - that's the recipe Got 'em next to me, throw it up if you feelin me This is how we chill, -09 'til infinity Even on stage, fan first In the cut, givin' ups to my man's verse Spit it tight for the canon cameras Get it right on your channel canvas, we the random bastards (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i'm throwin' it up (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i'm throwin' it up (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high (Rewind) fan first so i (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high (George Kaplan) There's no end to the love like buds and grams burnt Cause I have and will always be a fan first Been rhymin' man since the first high for kap So i've admired those alive and past In live shows and cyphers so light your lighters Cause we 'bout to go higher, back handin' you grams Captain kaplan, the fan of a fan (Rewind) That's just half of the plan, you heard the line Change cash, wait for kap in terminal 5 Got love for the rhymes, live on stage For the vinyls that play or the pirate bay (George Kaplan) Trainspotters, we come in all forms or shapes And when I'm in this game, I feel like I was born to play So when I'm on the blaze, in the booth or the stage I amaze, and my ways will show you I got taste And it's true what they say, the good die young So I hurry for no one and I light up blunts Fight, fuck dumb chicks and sip whole bottles All of the above to live like my role models (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i'm throwin' it up (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high (Joell Ortiz) yes i'm a fan first (Rewind) fan first so i'm throwin' it up (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high (Rewind) fan first so i (Guilty Simpson) throw 'em up high Stick (Rewind) With rewind and kap on the track and we're back on the map, how you act Throw em up, throw em up (George Kaplan) Comin through with the crew, man we do what we do and to prove it to you We throw em up, throw em up (Rewind) Still fans with a plan, got a cam and the fam, so just hand us a hand Throw em up, throw em up (George Kaplan) All around, no doubt, get it live, we about gettin live in the crowd Throw em up, throw em up... like what

Yea, yay Sitter i bistron, tomma hus far förbi när jag sveper bägaren Bytt skepnad och förklädnad Maskerad när jag rapar, skatear, målar tåg Så vem är under masken? Ja det vet vi båda två En mask utåt synlig för alla, den andra lite gömd En är helt full, den andra tömd En under jord och andra över öken den lättar Samma skrot och korn i alla turpers man träffar Nu det spö, alla bra drag dem uteblev Norrländskt vemod, är det gruvans fel? Blod till lucifer, grov storspovssnus är med Ristar tag på toan, lämnar bistro Ume C Men det fortsätter resan min På scen efter scen Minns hur den alltid kommer dit problem finns Många gånger varit nära livet med en vän E och PCP, finansierat utav CSN Stryker runt med liemannen men jag skryter knappast Så låten kanske kommer spelas för mors-farsan Från Långstrump till Clark Kent och Peter Parker Så John blund, hit med weed, skit i laget, river av en Sluga råttor gör den rappen till en batman Var jag hannes, george eller kaplan? Gång på gång om och om det är sånt vi kan Moden börjar gå i slo-mo tror nog han har kommit fram Cyklar runt och tänker mycket, gatlycktor blänker Kall stad blir varm av att ha kvar shyssta vänner Som int' bryr sig fryser tillsammans om lyckan vänder Kan hända alla, goodfellas bannad, rykten stämmer Vardan' intensiv, van o jaga sinnesfrid Alltid timme sen, de knas, men snart så har vi vintertid Vill ba' fokusera fastnar i nån instaskit Folk är odiskreta skickar DM: "Finns det weed?" Finns inget tid, vill fort far ner till Imchibeat Wokad bakom pannan borde läggas in som kimchi-ris Fast mitt inre blitt till is är jag så impulsiv Knuten hoodie, hörlurar, blint ut i trafik Många gånger varit nära livet, stupa, krocka Begravd i laviner, krossa huvet djupt i forsar Men vi slutar aldrig strula kanske stupid-torska Skatea, softa, supa, ryggor fulla, ut o klottra Låter kax men tänk stål- o spindelmannen Kan verka vanliga men vilken av jag är ens masken? Från Bruce Wayne till Clark Kent o Peter Parker Så two-face, dom claimar skap sen riv ba' staden Sömnbrist kan gör' en turper Tyler Durden Är jag Rewind, Erk eller Hörstedt? Men nu sprollar allt, ångest nah, kolla Hannes trollar fram Moden börjar gå i slo-mo tror nog vi har kommit fram Bam