In every case, a word has several sides
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The microphone crashed into the ears, drowning out the dead background
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We broke into the air, we bomb the air with words
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In a word they broke the silence with tight voices
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Themselves, themselves - those who close their mouths tightly
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Not with us, they will be crushed by Bad B
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You have ears, and we press into them
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This sermon is for those who follow with their eyes
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They stood with their backs to us, they don't give a damn, .u. |
with you
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We destroyed the ether with our fists
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We raised the microphones out like a weapon
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The rats fell silent, flattened their ears
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When they said "No", we shouted
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You are in the shadow, you are not visible, we called:
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"Come out into the light." |
No answer
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We are not a sight, we are not a target, "Bad balance" project
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Us and you, us and you
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Message from St. Petersburg to all cities
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Us and you, us and you
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Message from St. Petersburg to all cities
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This rap is about nothing, about everything, about that, about that
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How we live, read, play with fire, breathe
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Rap for those who hear
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“Bad balance” with words suppresses muscles
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Leg muscles and abs, arm muscles
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Hands go up pumping a mighty sound
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As the spider crawls, LA weaves a web
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Build, duplicate, we may not have time
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The membranes tremble from ethereal warfare
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Do not stray from the rhythm, the rhythm of breathing
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Strength is in power, and power is in ignorance
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We tear down the black silence prohibition sign,
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And those who are against us are on the run or in despair
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We are face to face on the stage, as if in a fight
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With your friends, with your enemies
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We will present an invoice for a lie, pay off your debts
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Message from St. Petersburg to all cities
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Us and you, us and you
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Message from St. Petersburg to all cities
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Time to speak or time to be silent?
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They want to suppress us, squeeze us, they are trying to drive us
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Microphone, background, phonite under pressure
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We started the business, casting aside doubts
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Have you raised your faces or are you looking after?
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From a thousand colors we choose the color of the sun
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Someone presses against the wall under the pressure of shock
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Someone said that the chatter today is cruel
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Demands from us promises of silence and deadlines,
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But we don't see the point in this
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The rats are panicking, waiting for assurances of silence
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We oppose them, we are at war
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We are Bad B., we are us
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If you don't understand us, then crawl behind
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First there was the word, then there was the essence,
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But the essence can always be deceived
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We turn with signs, words, fists
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Be yourself, but be with us
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Us and you, us and you, us and you
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Us and you, us and you
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Message from St. Petersburg to all cities |