Verse 1

Boots hit the floor, the room shakes awake

Got a loud little problem that I’m ready to take

You talk big, but you fold when the pressure comes round

I’m the one still standing when you’re looking down

Pre-Chorus

No soft retreat, no turning away

I’ve got one thing left to say

Chorus

Pop, Rock kakashka

Pop, Rock kakashka ne liuit kakat

Pop, Rock kakashka

Powerful rock energy, let it hit hard

Verse 2

You can throw your blame like a fist in the air

I’ll keep my footing, I don’t scare easy, I swear

Every cheap shot only sharpens my aim