11 - O.S.T.R.

Look at my hands, none of them are lying

If you give me a diamond, I know that if I vandalize I will destroy the stone

I want jewels too, though I don’t see them on me

That would make life easier for my family every day

I’m going to bring this project to shit Las Vegas

Where the intellect recedes like these blocks or the clock

Everywhere where we are not, it is said to be pouring with profit

It is enough for m to visit my Bethlehem in prayr

Look at these people, they screw up like locusts

Until they have to soak their teeth in a glass in their old age

You don’t have enough of your own nomenclature

Then eat the vocals what I put uncensored on the samples

You have to have what nobody has, think once

Fuck the stress, heaven doesn’t know the numbers of the trick cards

Wash your face because you are overgrown with dirt

And with your sense of humor, you could be called a bum

You are a greedy dick with a work ideologist

What a fucking thing he would like without leaving the hut

One word apart, it’s easy to sell chic today

You have the eleventh album if there’s nothing left

Sorry, I wasn’t fed by the McDonald’s era

I have more content in life than TauTon’s gold

Go show you what you have outside of civilization

It’s the fire in us when half is a lie

The forecast for a hardcore target behind the barrel under a magnifying glass

What dignity takes is not UFO or short

You’d better sit down, loosen the cuff

Don’t ask me about life, you fucking know it

I built a house that would be a straight compartment

Were it not for that something is done at the expense of something

Honestly as I could, because I will always be myself

I collect money for my son, I don’t have to stink of cash

30 years in the project with crowbars, people are pulsating

It is enough that each of us here was stabbed

This district’s fire is void right now

Everyone knows their way and the truth dies

You seriously have suicidal thoughts

Others see gains in genocide at the time

Nobody tells you to be in it, no matter how it sounds

My drug, my sleep, my oxygen for the eleventh time