[Intro: Jefe]
In dirt and noise
This shit is like chaos
And doesn't ever end
Replay on the same day
Azrael is changing the momentum at the last minute
As if the whole crowd is playin’ on me
Put togetha whatever comes out of my tongue with a beat
Only a bottle makes wet my throat
There's no end to this night lock the doors

[Chorus: Jefe]
Home party at ten square meters
I follow the devil, no compromise
Constantine remains kind to us
I can't be romantic in this hell
I can't bе romantic in this hell

Home party at ten squarе meters
I follow the devil, no compromise
Constantine remains kind to us
I can't be romantic in this hell
I can't be romantic in this hell

[Verse 1: Jefe]
Something has not changed here for ten years
Home party at ten square meters
I still tell about last night
But it is recording now it's an "Marşandiz", not a "Poligon"
My friends drown some lead case for me
Even though, there is no blood between us
I dance in the apocalyptic crowd the runway
Until it carry a few corpses
Dust and smoke all around
As if the quota is full
Some drums that coming out of the waist of the children which is their grandfather's heirloom makes their lovers cry
Freedom in the barrel
The moment we pull the trigger it goes
I'm in this party as long as I live
But my remaining time it is haram that entertains me
A night like hell
What language are guns speak to?
The end is not positive
I ain’t behave in a clumsy way
Dozens of chicks around
Unfortunately not Td-k
A few syllables fall from your tongue
A few syllables will drop you
[Chorus: Jefe]
Home party at ten square meters
I follow the devil, no compromise
Constantine remains kind to us
I can't be romantic in this hell
I can't be romantic in this hell

Home party at ten square meters
I follow the devil, no compromise
Constantine remains kind to us
I can't be romantic in this hell
I can't be romantic in this hell

[Verse 2: Tepki]
I did not look for the old ones one day
Cons predominate
I'm buying all my regrets
My secretary takes notes
Sniff and discover talent
Don't match me with yesterday's bastards
Dreams fit into a room
No comparison,most reached one to fifth unit
All the wows I gave in ten square meters now
The ground has shaken
Lots of dream i made,looking at a monitor
Is that exist,what am i?
My blood joins in every syllable
My breath mixes with the nights
Live the endurance
Either two people or a whole city carries your funeral
Write every day in ten square meters
Because nobody likes hard
Write that im gonna be Hercules for my burdens
I'll get a dozen shares (ya)
Hit-man Tep, cause the system is dead, like pigment black and involuntary
Fresh day and night, make a wish cash
Not so fast you can't be the Maze!

[Chorus: Jefe]
Home party at ten square meters
I follow the devil, no compromise
Constantine remains kind to us
I can't be romantic in this hell
I can't be romantic in this hell

Home party at ten square meters
I follow the devil, no compromise
Constantine remains kind to us
I can't be romantic in this hell
I can't be romantic in this hell