Welcome to the “Magna” vocal experimentation center
Today in our laboratory
We are experimenting with a new subject
He calls himself Nach, and he's maybe the strangest and most active
of the ones we've worked with before
but let's start the exhibition
We'll split it into 3 phases
and please, don't try this at your homes
Experimentation phase number 1
Work, mold the words, make them bullets
Catch bursts, go out, crush every room
Bark until your throat tears
Draw your claws, your weapons
Fame takes time, jerk, you'll never find peace
Bitter long faces drag wickedness
You'll crawl, you'll pay dearly for the f*ck-ups
The laughs will taste salty
After so many traps, after so much partying
So much fake praise, after so many drags
So many pierced souls to reach calm
So many hallucinations, Nach sends ghosts to the Sahara
Cheap talks drill until they make you gag
Skinny speeches will end up badly off
So bad for slaughtering, for winning battles
Set aside, kicked, trapped till they measure up
Scoundrel, you're going to ring the bell, for nothing
Comrades will herd up to shut you up
You'll even sing ballads to please the masses
Jump over here, you're already tiring, enough
but we're not going to stop there
We'll raise the reaction difficulty
The subject is cold and doesn't even flinch
Let's see how he behaves now
Let's move on to the next exhibition
Experimentation phase number 2
I don't compose with joints
I propose a high as the finale
I craft monologues, every gig is an oven
I hit you with sonic streams, corrosive like Concordes
I confirm it, I control every mode
I know every chorus, morons
I don't clone, I don't bribe, I just enjoy it, I break it
Like Rocco I f*ck you quick
I don't crown robots with monotonous flow
I float through the tones like cork
I don't donate, I chloroform
I form the cosmos, the combos
They're fat, the kick drums are deep, massive
I stir up huge ruckuses with other crazies
We're orcs, you're lame colts
I f*ck you with a condom, with skill, composing like me is pricey
I don't tap out “help”, I blow you like dust
I erase you, dummies, I rub pain through all your pores
I cause red eyes from mute sobs
We'd never come across a subject like this
His capacity seems limitless
Please stay calm
We'll raise the dose of difficulty to the max
Nobody has ever managed to get past this stage
Exhibition phase number 3
Seeing decent people perish shakes me
Nobodies sell 3 CDs, what do they think?
They think they're bosses of this Eden
They must understand that defending against me is wanting to lose
You intend to beat me in this set? I'll be Federer
I started from the toilet
At present the benchmark is Everest, believe me
Beings that want me to get sick, despair
They want me to crash, to slow this express train
They fear seeing that this LP is the best seller of the month
See that instead of entertaining, they belong to me
They must ignite demented minds that blacken
Respect me! Stop pouring filth
Earthly beings see that I rose among celestial entities
To see me age, give in, never!
Let MCs from Feber pray
Wimpy weaklings repel me
Hostages of the shakes shrink in front of this sheikh