For Rihanna..... - Page 12

Ruslan 7.62 · #**111** 07-28-2007, 04:46 PM

Someone hides under a pillow
And I do not hide at all
To me easy to spend the nights with it
When I hear its voice in a shadow
Always my word will add telling arguments
Also will equal with any even with 50 cent's
It with character
As well as my character in business
It will always be my continuation
Still the child I dreamed of it
Even adults helped me advice

Cold steel in my hands burns
It is obedient in fact I am able to address with it
It is severe, if I am rigid before enemies
If words are powerless, it will start talking to you
My weapon, my continuation
While it I in myself am assured of my hands
But it is impossible to solve all on light only a gun

My weapon, my protection in which it is possible to be assured
My weapon knows when time comes
For actions without doubts
My weapon, fire suppressed by me
Any disputes, are resolved with its cartridges
But I do not use in banal dispute
Anyhow
At it mistakes are not present
In fact the person instead of a pistol shoots
And if I am not right it me will correct

If will get to another
That after death
If will give, I shall forgive
But will not betray, believe
I strong, but am necessary for each guy
That there was in a hand its favourite weapon

Ruslan 7.62 · #**112** 07-28-2007, 04:57 PM

50 cent for a long time not рэпер, and I remember as it began, but then something happens also it has gone on three themes: girls, machines and money... Want read want is not present...

Ruslan 7.62 · #**113** 07-29-2007, 01:34 PM

50 cent, 50 cent, it was normal
And now I speak about it badly
50 cent, 50 cent, it was normal
And now I speak about it badly
50 cent, 50 cent, it was normal
And now I speak about it badly

50 cent, bears bosh, a shit, lie
It powdered commercial raper, Yo
For millions dollars it buys houses and all whom will want
But it will not buy respect for me, Aha
It is impossible to respect with that
Who has left a street rap, Yo
Also start up it speaks that envy it such as I
And to that to envy?
To envy what it has left street and has got over in other industry?
Ridiculously
It was raper, but now it a shit

50 cent, 50 cent, it was normal
And now I speak about it badly
50 cent, 50 cent, it was normal
And now I speak about it badly
50 cent, 50 cent, it was normal
And now I speak about it badly

Ruslan 7.62 · #**114** 07-29-2007, 01:34 PM

I apologize that me so long was not, I in the street read a rap...

Ruslan 7.62 · #**115** 07-29-2007, 02:19 PM

Keep silent all pair minutes
Have a rest...
Unless you were bothered with time of vanity
Year after year
All time run up to destination
Losing balance
Together with it patience
Give me though a word
To me is what to tell
There is no sense me to interrupt
Give me though a word
I do not wish to shout
You speak too much superfluous
Time you lose...
Give we shall better pass to business more close
No, you do not hear or do not wish to hear
Emotions out of place
You cannot explain to me
In what business in what I was not right
But as a result you will tell
That in all my customs is guilty
Having told it...
You will destroy in me the poet

My opinion has developed already for a long time
And I shall not recede
I shall listen to you
From the beginning up to the end
Closely...
But I do not understand
What for so it is a lot of adjectives
What for I repeat again
I not iron...
Therefore I can break again
But my words will live with you
Always...
Probably in vain I have started to read a rap I...
Though...

Night at me ahead
I can compose texts to death
To me the fifteenth year
Look and I already learn all
The rap is I career
What for to me it...
The rap will lose the great poet
But I shall read yet there will be no on me an interdiction
When I start to read
My rap comes to an end with a dawn of the sun
And again I start to compose...

Ruslan 7.62 · #**116** 07-30-2007, 12:25 AM

All of us we speak: the rap that a rap it, but what is a rap actually? Here my opinion

Ruslan 7.62 · #**117** 07-30-2007, 12:59 AM

I vibration
On your ear membranes
I a voice in a column
Hoarse
And it would be desirable sonorous

I a pain on your soul
And a scar on heart
I a slice of sugar
Seasoned by pepper
I have scattered salt
It is direct on your wound
I to annoy people
Never I shall cease
But I can and please
I can long together with you
I your hero
We are connected by one destiny

You do not see me
I was not present physically
I a scale of loudness
I shout panic
I am not subject to time
But I also am not immortal
You live also I live
All have an angel of death
All likes to speak
That me read
But I read it
I know you more

Let to me it is not a lot of years
But I already the old man
I fell and rose
But in fact has not hung
Let for someone a dirt
But for you I stars
When you one
I am necessary as air
I highly fly
But you treat above
I hear as you breathe
Your breath I hear

Also I hear your heart
That does not live any more
Include me at night
Also make a sound more loudly
You can do all that you want
I your vassal
I would leave
But who would give this right to me
I not the traitor
But itself not time has been betraid
Now to you I am betraid
I shall come where you would not be
I shall give you the last
In a frost you I shall warm
I also am a rap
I cherish you

I vibration
On your ear membranes
I a voice in a column
Hoarse
And it would be desirable sonorous
I bear true
Therefrom where you were not
There where do you live
Under a dome of your sky
I mark of quality
I a voice of street
I light up light
That that in darkness is covered
If where you will hear
Do not pass by
Listen the fool
I cost all gold of the world

I bear true
Therefrom where you were not
There where do you live
Under a dome of your sky
I mark of quality
I a voice of street
I light up light
That that in darkness is covered

I the loony
But I believe I shall come to the senses
I have a soul
In fact you have enclosed the in me
I the foreigner well if only for the penguin
I never neither ate, nor slept, saws
Always I for you played
With you beside was
But I did happy
And unfortunate too
I never was with anybody in the union
Also there was no I a burden
At a drunk cargo
I consoled by parting
I was in consciousness
I unique
Who bore heat and knowledge

Include me at night
Also make a sound more loudly
You know precisely
To me a mouth you will not close up
Believe, you on me have sat down strongly
In fact I unique who speak with you at night
I do not need to be asked
On revelation
At any time
I shall state the opinion
I the devil's friend
To which in зомен it is not necessary
Neither money, nor the award
You my award

And if it is fair
You it I
I have created you
And you have created me
If where you will hear
Do not pass by
Listen the fool
I cost all gold of the world

I vibration
On your ear membranes
I a voice in a column
Hoarse
And it would be desirable sonorous
I bear true
Therefrom where you were not
There where do you live
Under a dome of your sky
I mark of quality
I a voice of street
I light up light
That that in darkness is covered
If where you will hear
Do not pass by
Listen the fool
I cost all gold of the world

Ruslan 7.62 · #**118** 07-30-2007, 01:18 AM

Hey,Yo
I do not vary
To me as 15 years are usual
Is little bit more senior
Life more beaten
Has remained it is true to traditions former
I go on a life with the purpose
Instead of with empty hope
And under clothes strikes
Not heart and a piece of metal
Us became a little
The destiny of all has scattered
But I all the same guy
Which is enamoured in Rihann's, Yo
And with me my style

Them was a little
But becomes can even more
The present raper that replaces
At whom a purse more thickly
Be silent,
You though have understood about what speech is conducted?
The world correct money
Who will disagree with it
I leave on street
Instead of in fashionable club
I speak that I bad
But I not the sinner, Yo
Soldiers of street
Us all became less
Who was normal earlier
It is now similar on *****
I not the prophet but on mine ****** full
I lift waves
These themes
Back never look
Head protect
From whom run
Rules of street learn
And again repeat

Hey, Yo
I do not vary
To me as 15 years are usual
Is little bit more senior
Life more beaten
Has remained it is true to traditions former
I go on a life with the purpose
Instead of with empty hope
And under clothes strikes
Not heart and a piece of metal
Us became a little
The destiny of all has scattered
But I all the same guy
Which is enamoured in Rihann's, Yo
And with me my style

Who, that would not speak
I shall remain to a rap true, Yo
Who as is able and understands sense
There is no has left nothing from all became less
A little normal raper's
All is more ******, ******, moors ***
And I and who I
I the usual loony from the city
In a rap the schizophrenic, but in the the master
Yo...

Ruslan 7.62 · #**119** 07-30-2007, 01:55 AM

I not an angel, not the god and not the prophet
I squeeze out of a life of a line
Simply I write these lines
I wander on unknown road
Wars and peaces
While it is alive
Still it is not visible tombs
I not an angel, not the god and not the prophet
I squeeze out of a life of a line
Simply I write these lines
I wander on unknown road
Wars and peaces
While it is alive
Still it is not visible tombs

Not from this world
Only derelicts and gods
I cannot understand
Well and I who such
Also I go slowly
On the forgotten road
Not happy
But proud of the destiny
Also there is no boldness to me
To name itself the god
Let others will take this burden
Bitterly only to learn
Coming nearer to a threshold
That doubts as before
Strongly amaze

As ideas are terrible
And feelings are disturbing
For invisible I rush
And from it hastening
I as a sharp dagger
I shall not find the place
And from it groans
Немет soul
All we loonies, cripples, poets
And who was I
The impostor, the derelict or the god

I not an angel, not the god and not the prophet
I squeeze out of a life of a line
Simply I write these lines
I wander on unknown road
Wars and peaces
While it is alive
Still it is not visible tombs
I not an angel, not the god and not the prophet
I squeeze out of a life of a line
Simply I write these lines
I wander on unknown road
Wars and peaces
While it is alive
Still it is not visible tombs

From what it is times
I the person lonely
When beside with me you the old friend
We with you compose lines
And probably that heart
That battles for belief
Everyone can understand
Also I hope to forgive
I on a life raper
It I also shall disappear
And not who does not know in a hell or paradise
I was once small
And now I already adult
And on the I to road
I go slowly

I not an angel, not the god and not the prophet
I squeeze out of a life of a line
Simply I write these lines
I wander on unknown road
Wars and peaces
While it is alive
Still it is not visible tombs

Ruslan 7.62 · #**120** 07-30-2007, 03:24 AM

The god,
It grasps spirit
When it goes by me
I cannot resist on a place
As soon as you could create
Such as it
And to give it not to me, and
To another
But who knows that that another
It is devoted to it instead of another
Who will answer on my question?

Rihanna tell that at you in a shower
Tell to me that is the reason for us, and
When you will tell it to me
I shall understand from the first a word, you believe to me
The girl you is too fine
To get to any lady's man
I cannot stand and look
As any fop
Wishes to take hold of you

Because
I cannot embrace you
And I can observe only
But, I know precisely what you will be
If you will grow fond of it
It so is not fair
That the destiny with you has divided me
You an invaluable work of art
And the destiny has taken also us has separated

Rihanna you deserve greater
The one who will like also you to adore
But I understand... Its money difficultly
To ignore...
You really do not know what to make
Rihanna it - only a matter of time
Before it will exchange you for more beautiful...

You - a masterpiece
I know that it
Cannot estimate your beauty
Do not allow it to humiliate itself
It does not see, that You love it, and I love you
Also I can not tell it on a straight line

Because
I cannot embrace you
And I can observe only
But, I know precisely what you will be
If you will grow fond of it
It so is not fair
That the destiny with you has divided me
You an invaluable work of art
And the destiny has taken also us has separated