Unjudgeable - PRoMete

Qələmi əlimə alanda hamı susdu

Görmürəm nəsə heç kimdən əməlli dostluq

Tülkü tələsinə dönüb hər yer — pusqu

Fikir vermə, ProMete — you’re master, just go!

Mən bunu bilirdim, bunu hiss edirdim

Durub izləyirdim, vərəq sətirləyirdim

Kim isə evində oturub hazırlaşanda

Mikrofonun arxasındaydım deyirdim

Görəsən olmasaydım tənqidçilər nə yazardı?!

«H.O.S.T qrup deyil, üzvü çoxdur, elə bil bazardır!»

Əlimə qələm yerinə gərək bel alardım

Qazıb yeri, belələrin diri basdırardım

I am like a millioner from dirty slumdog

Musics are my fastfood eating them like hot-dog

God is not judgeable for this game and the best flows

It is not the dirty south, it is just the Beat Pro

Beat Pro, Beat Pro, Beat Pro, Beat Pro

Biz mikrofon arxasına keçəndə always

Bağlanır bir anda hamı üçün all ways

Artıq neçə ildir ki, biz burda bir nömrə

«Onların arxası böyükdür» — bunu they says

Ama hamı bilir ki, it is just the bull shit

Burda istedad qədər görmür, pul işi

Bu yeni dəsti-xətdir, bunun öz adı

Bizə qədər heç kim etmirdi bu üsul işi

Sözü at, tutacaq yiyəsi — deyib atalar

Bu günə qədər deyirdim ki, hər kəs tutacaq

Sətirin ətiri gətirəcək möcüzə

Hərə bir track yazıb, soxmaz gözümüzə

I am like a millioner from dirty slumdog

Musics are my fastfood eating them like hot-dog

God is not judgeable for this game and the best flows

It is not the dirty south, it is just the Beat Pro

Beat Pro, Beat Pro, Beat Pro, Beat Pro

I am like a millioner from dirty slumdog

Musics are my fastfood eating them like hot-dog

God is not judgeable for this game and the best flows

It is not the dirty south, it is just the Beat Pro

I am like a millioner from dirty slumdog

Musics are my fastfood eating them like hot-dog

God is not judgeable for this game and the best flows

It is not the dirty south, it is just the Beat Pro

Everyone was silent when I picked up the pen

I do not see anything practical friendship from anyone

Everywhere turned into a fox trap - ambush

Don't worry, ProMete - you're the master, just go!

I knew it, I felt it

I stood and watched, line up the pages

When someone sits at home and prepares

I said I was behind the microphone

I wonder what the critics would have written if I hadn't ?!

"H.O.S.T is not a group, it has many members, it's like a market!"

I would need a pen instead of a pen

I would dig and bury them alive

I am like a millioner from dirty slumdog

Musics are my fastfood eating them like hot-dog

God is not judgeable for this game and the best flows

It is not the dirty south, it is just the Beat Pro

Beat Pro, Beat Pro, Beat Pro, Beat Pro

Always when we go behind the microphone

Closes all ways for everyone at once

We have been number one here for several years

"Their backs are big," they say

But everyone knows that it is just the bull shit

He doesn't see much talent here, it's a matter of money

This is a new set of lines, it has its own name

Until us, no one did this method

Say the word, the owner of the handle - they say

Until now, I said that everyone will catch

The fragrance of the line will bring a miracle

He wrote every track and did not put it in our eyes

I am like a millioner from dirty slumdog

Musics are my fastfood eating them like hot-dog

God is not judgeable for this game and the best flows

It is not the dirty south, it is just the Beat Pro

Beat Pro, Beat Pro, Beat Pro, Beat Pro

I am like a millioner from dirty slumdog

Musics are my fastfood eating them like hot-dog

God is not judgeable for this game and the best flows

It is not the dirty south, it is just the Beat Pro

I am like a millioner from dirty slumdog

Musics are my fastfood eating them like hot-dog

God is not judgeable for this game and the best flows

It is not the dirty south, it is just the Beat Pro