3 years have passed and nothing has changed.
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It's still raining in London. |
Oksimiron.
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Still leaving the house at seven in the morning
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Diploma in one pocket, hole in the other
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I'm sitting smoking on the playground
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As a child, I dreamed of happiness, but hopes are so shaky
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Forecaster-parasite: instead of the sun, the rain drizzles
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People tell me "Oxy, grow up!"
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But I'd rather grow my nails
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And with GAZPROM CITY I would jump in a Hello Kitty suit,
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God sees
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That he tried so hard to adapt, to be like everyone else
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Just like a classmate, friend or neighbor
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But there's something wrong with me
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I'm 26, but I develop with difficulty, like a mended flag
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I was raised by my mother and grandmother in a greenhouse
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And fate threw, like pebbles on the river
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And leaving behind these circles of hell
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I said to myself "go ahead, you need more than others"
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And I keep living in shit
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At least you managed to live at the bottom for a day, so
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Do not rub me about spiritual values
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Better show me the way out of poverty
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But not like everyone around
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I don't give a shit about the opinion of friends and girlfriends, yeah
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And you still ask why I battle
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Here it’s either battle rap, or a noose around the neck
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I come home at nine o'clock
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dash rain spt wind period
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I don't belong here like a German Shepherd in a playground
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My fingers won't get warm in gloves
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And a thousand times to live is not enough for me to understand how to
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Believed in God but he went out for a smoke
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And money beckons like women's knees
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I'm like a captive alien out of my element
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You can say that I'm a poser, that I'm a disgrace to rap
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What you need is a wider range and depth in everything
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Okay, I'm rude, so what?!
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Understand that I'm just the one who has to say for you everything that is sinful for you
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After all, I survived in exile from Russia to the west
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More shit than a sewer sewer
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And even if my tracks are about nothing
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I click on record, mike is on
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Pray let's start
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And I keep living in shit
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At least you managed to live at the bottom for a day, so
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Do not rub me about spiritual values
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Better show me the way out of poverty
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But not like everyone around
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I don't give a shit about the opinion of friends and girlfriends, yeah
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And you still ask why I battle
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Here it’s either battle rap, or a noose around the neck
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And let me not be successful
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But then I said that London is against everyone
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It doesn't make huge profits.
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But every third in the car listened to Special Delivery
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Lave for rap cheap myth
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But then you realized what a beef is
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And you can sell mixtapes
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I'll steal them anyway. I'm a hater.
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And even though sometimes the words are not what you like, but this is my mentality.
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I climb by myself little by little, it's still a saga of eagles and canaries.
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You only have sadness and snot, and I grew up as I grew up, but I'm a Russian cockney.
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And while every third MC sells an ass, kids come and go, the yeti stays. |