Текст песни ​indigomerkaba feat Insideus - Bushido

[Verse 1: Insideus]
Yeah, yeah
I'm flicking salt up in your torn open sores, cloaks and gore
Cutting deeper than the brick awaiting, pick up from the ocean floor
The overlord's sparking Molotov's with a frozen torch
Warts and all, exposed to my element like Chernobyl's core
Bestow and old divine gift with devilish mindset
Right on top of the food chain, I ain't even in my prime yet
Death to the simple and straightforward, I sidestep
Raise the bar, military press the planet for five sets
Heightеn your senses, we flattеn poppies in this black plastic
Track smacking your fuckin' nose up like rack addicts
Placing first in every arm's race
I sling bangers packed with the power to push time backwards and crack atoms
Sawed off pens clapping, hack up your man's faction
Switching your actions from trap flapping to back tracking
Under the skin like you're skag jabbing to catch dragons
Slowing down your traffic like bodies next to a crashed wagon
Spin my web, injecting venom into everything
Stretching 'cross the map and bouncing back like a beretta spring
Nothing to play with, my structured nature is menacing
Level the playing field but demolishing every residence
I step within, silently stack up this bread
From making hits like there's a barcode on the back of my head
But this ain't work, I view it as a wright of passion instead
Motherfuckers'll know what's cracking when I'm snapping their necks

[Verse 2: indigomerkaba]
Let's go
Kickin' immaculate texts
Possessed, I have to confess
Word to Scrabble, leave em flabbergasted snapping their pens
Manic depressed, the main attraction back to managing meds
Back to snapping sims, the jacks are probably tracking my friends
Passion, perfection and persistence, posted practice and sex
My MNOP's perpendicular, protracting success
But if you cross me like the letter X, I'll slap you to Z
Said, said it's time for sleep, I'll put you back in your bed
Are you awake now? Make your choice if you sat on the fence
Because I sat on the bench for too long
Now I'm actually obsessed to be the king of this rap shit
Predicted and mapped it, I guess
The game needed a mascot, it was shackled in stress
Unlock the doors to find that heaven, doesn't that I took to make it
Just know that I'm on a massacre, vexed
Slashing the amateurs making characters, that plastic pretend
Call me a protagonist of battling demons back to the depths of hell in which they came from
Bro I'm slapping my chest
On that Gorilla shit, spazzing til I'm cashing the cheque
Laughing straight to the bank with a stack acting in casual contempt
With the fact that I manifested this life, never trapping again
Let's go