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[Intro] (Microphone on sound, beat) Yo! Check the connection… In fact, bro, I'm in charge! [Verse 1] Hello from the bedroom, where the creative mess, On the beat - chips, on the chair - old t-shirt. My cat looks at me philosophically, But in fact, bro, I'm not burning for nothing! I don't need studio gloss and gloss, My writer is life, my bread is talent. I write with my heart, even though the neighbors are banging on the wall, And they're shouting, "It's your rhymed nonsense again!" But I don't care! [Chorus] Man, I'm in charge! The words fly like bullets, and I don't slow down. For the truth, for friendship, for this madness, My track is like a shot, straight to the heart! Man, I'm in charge! The heart beats desperately with a rap beat. Not a textbook poet, I'm a living squall, And I always responded to your shout, "Wow!" [Verse 2] Sometimes I was dumb, looking for a rhyme for "love," Until the thought came to me again: That life is about driving, laughing, and a little stress, And I don't rhyme "okay" with "lei," but with "human-baking-pot"! My style is not pretentious; it's simple and prickly, Like a friend after a quarrel, a little bittersweet. But if you're down and out, and there's no strength left, Man, bro, I got your back! [Bridge] And let them say it's not art, But just a stream of joyful feeling. But in this fire, in this genuine trembling, Gathered all life - both yours and mine, God! [Chorus] In nature, bro, I'm responsible! Words fly like bullets, I don't slow down. For the truth, for friendship, for this stupor, My track - like a shot, straight in the heat! In nature, bro, I'm responsible! Heart rap-beat desperately beats. Not a poet from the textbook, I - a living squall, And to your shout: "Yo!" - I always responded! [Outro] (Beat fades) Responding… Always… In fact, bro… Purely for the fan… Yo…