This goes to you, to you, to you You know what I mean This goes to you, to you, to you This goes to you, to you, to you Keep your head down If you don't know who you are You should probably do a fusion with Paska When it feels like this music is generic Every musician is in Finland I'm talking about Salem on many sides Kapinallinen like Anna Ericsson in those rooms Hala, meaning Rapist Jake Vara Who wants change, what's on the radio? Cool, lol, is it cool? From you, only existence A picture behind the boy, it's fake Meaning the name of rap, drag comedy Pop and rap, you have to hate both of them The other one is stronger Always with an ovel And you can't *** it if it's not correct and full That's how I see it in this world Where everyone can miss and croon According to others, a law is followed Meaning the weakness of others is your own success This goes to all of you who think you're real This goes to all of you who have your own thoughts This goes to all of you, to us and to those Whose wings grow at the end of the week This goes to all of you who think you're unreal This goes to all of you who lack your own thoughts This goes to all of you, to you and to you Your feet are on the ground until the end In the 10th year, a Russian came here Between the streets, inside with a picture effect On the internet, a magazine, getting there works as a priority System breaks, what the *** are you doing? It's a sign of love Stop laughing at everything, it's not even a drug Sorry, I'm Young Simons An enemy of many and also of this country Rappers' lines are purely based on truth This is how Finnish rap is based And I'm not really a rapper's high friend I listen to my friends and the rest is bull*** My name is Juno if you haven't heard of it yet And don't even think how many have been able to swallow And swallow, it's in the minds of rappers When you break relationships and long trips, you're a boss This goes to all of you who think you're real This goes to all of you who have your own thoughts This goes to all of you, to us and to those Whose wings grow at the end of the week This goes to all of you who think you're real This goes to all of you who have your own thoughts This goes to all of you, to us and to those Whose legs grow at the end of the week It's Tuono Suono who came here to hook up Just a little show off, tell me what's up I didn't come here to roast anyone Who the *** is hooking up? No, nothing ***, hold up The best boy, the job is to wear a jacket Do the work, *** all the time, always under the belt I wanted to be a public clean The pictures of the sea are all in order, I don't believe that On the hype, you'll find all sorts of tricks The pockets are full, you'll find all sorts of poison The house of cards is falling apart when a cyclone hits What are we going to do now, when there's a shark in the bottom of the sea? Mass quantity, that's all Easy haul, not hard to hold on to Even if there's hype, remember the pressure Power, not the radios that play the songs in the air This goes to all of you who think you're real This goes to all of you who have your own thoughts This goes to all of you and to us and to those Whose wings grow at the end of the week This goes to all of you who think you're real This goes to all of you who have your own thoughts This goes to all of you and to you and to you Feet mass, all the way to the end