Жанр — Soul-of-the-ancient-heights

Don't believe in me after the lone and the light,
With my brothers and the Lord through the darkest night.
I forget you, Jerry, there's a race you cannot win.
I'm in Smoky Abeli with Felini, let the show begin.
Some are feeding worms now, though they had a golden heart.
This cheese is toasted well while your world just falls apart.
I remember all the wild ones, all the nights of fire.
Along roadshows, the truth who is a king and who's a liar.
From the broken minds, I bring this humble piece of soul.
Short hair on the girl, luxury is in control.
Voice from the heavens, from my father comes the flame.
I do not need a script to win this heavy game.
Thank the Lord, I am lucky, blessed with every breath.
With my cats in double G, I achieve in every depth.
I do not play, I do not regret, I will not look behind.
For the taxi moving on, leaving all the ghosts behind.
To the mountains we go, but it is no tourist view.
You are shaking like percussion 'cause the fear is coming through.
Your personality is anxious, lost within the crowd.
I am walking on the cloud, standing tall and standing proud.
We divide it fairly, keeping justice in the chest.
Underbank you, all the money, put the talk to rest.
Young Prince Achilles with the princesses in line.
Imperial step on the pavement, everything is mine.
Ice-cold carrot, they yeah, it might sting a bit.
But we stay stress-free, we are the perfect fit.
My wheels, my blood, the rhythm of the street.
Good girls do not want the cash, they want the heat.
She looks like an angel in the morning's golden glow.
But she is a witch and I'm letting all the magic flow.
Children of the streets, raised by the wild and the bold.
Our life is not sweet, but it's a story to be told.
Ancient soul, modern flow.
We are the children of the heights.