O.S.T.R. - Digital Klepto

Give me the price of salvation
God's window
I'm pouring the game
Sin for sin
Faith like a beep, age, Motorola
I don't believe in zeros
I don't believe in dreams
I have to lift hope from my knees
The end is right
I don't judge
I'm too young for Herod
I don't wish anyone ill
Even if they talk shit about me
That I gave my life for fame
I know a combination of thirty-two letters
That allows me to love life every day
I live how I want
I pay with rhymes, I won't see zeros
I rule with rhymes
That's why motherfuckers are afraid
That I'll finally hold them accountable
I'm ready for happiness and failure
If they're already screwing around behind my back
Let them do it gracefully
Sweet truth, bitter lies
Choose the perfect scam
To put it succinctly, I don't give a damn
Not my secret
I can do a lot
And just like many, I'm tempted luxury
Even though I'm starting from scratch
I won't tell you
What hidden advantages does poverty have?
Hey, I'm from those places
Where work and a code aren't enough
Cash and skill, a click away
Nothing connects with people like a drip
Truism
Everyone gets what they deserve
Useful idiots
Who hasn't used them once in their life? Yeah
Everything for the people
Please, tell me you like me
I'll give you big bucks, amnesia
You still have some rolling papers and cigarettes
I'll fuck for a while and then I'll hit
Looking at my reflection in the mirror
Fuck what was
Only what comes the day after tomorrow matters

The past, I don't see it anymore
Life's too short for that
And where they don't want me
I'll go in with my boots on
And always at full throttle
God, I'll pay
Just let me get the pole
I'll go there
Wherever cocaine Jesus leads me
Together with the Taliban
We'll roll in the snow
Throw snowballs to death
Victims are just a detail
I love this absurdity

Hey, hey – and constant changes
Hey, hey
I'll give a damn if I give a damn
That I'm always giving a damn
It's about the same thing again
Hey, hey
You might feel Cheated
Hey, hey
It doesn't matter what your plans are, hey

More than one whore has already tried to kill me. Hey, hey
I'm a fan of destruction.
Squid Game
You'll shoot me in the head. You'll cut out my organs. And sell it for a few rupees. We'll put it online. We'll get likes from sponsors, points.
Then it'll miraculously come to life.
And then we'll throw a party.
To celebrate.
Call me Makaveli.
Ma-ma-Makaveli.
Nothing divides us anymore.
Nothing from this Sunday anymore.
Sell again.
Damn the numbers for a sale.
Points and knowledge smuggling.
Click, click.
Big industry.
Work.
File, file.
Cash.
Cash.

You don't even know how much it pisses me off.
The neighbor and his salary.
He has more than me.
Probably an aristocratic rat.
Another sunburnt bastard.
Like he stood too close. Years
Jealousy
How human
How human
How difficult
How sad
How much do you need to feel relief?
How much do you need to stop feeling like a mutt?
How much do you need to leave the jungle?
Give me a few bubbles
And I'll also be able to
Squash this feeling under my boot
Like a bug

Sometimes when I get into it
I can't stop
Detached like those
Who quit their addiction on New Year's Eve
Like a kleptomaniac of time
Defying the whole world
Forgive me
I just robbed you
Of three minutes and fifteen seconds