| Yes, be it New York or Prague
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| Remind me of the Grad repack, brother.
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| Talent, as it is short,
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| Two copies outside the duplicate.
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| We're like a hipster and a ghetto
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| Down with the crowd.
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| We're like a hipster and a cat
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| And in fact ancient, like the Wu tribe.
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| So you need a patsyk patsyk,
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| How can you not be cunning.
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| I am at the micro every time,
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| For the cry of the stands, I will give you a hat-trick.
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| There's an important ending here.
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| Like every Jackie Chan flick.
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| I won't give you a track
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| If my skull didn't pump.
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| And let everything be different in taste and color,
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| But the street knows.
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| When a colorblind critic
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| Bad taste.
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| Take a breath, kentuha,
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| Let's blow this room together.
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| Bear in mind,
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| Changes stick while eyes burn.
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| The bomb ticked for a long time
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| Are you ready, right? |
| Digi-digi-bom!
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| From house to house
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| Pass it on, we'll sweep the order with a mess.
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| "Reception, reception" to everyone and everyone,
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| Who hears it.
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| Second album released
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| Come on, hands up!
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| Let's get together, BAD!
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| Louder, BAD!
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| It's all right,
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| And if Kyiv, it means "Stolny Grad".
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| "Reception, reception" to everyone and everyone,
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| Who hears it.
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| Second album released
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| Come on, hands up!
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| welcome to all,
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| We rise, hands to the ceiling.
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| There's a bardak
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| We don't care what you have with the dough.
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| And we are born
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| Hidden like a UFO.
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| This style is international
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| Hello to all cities.
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| A volley directly into the forehead of truth, if the audience raise your eyes,
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| We will make your little one dance in any hall.
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| I'm here myself two thousand and eight, boy,
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| And then fate asked sweat, as you can see, I didn’t tie it up.
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| In the schedule for years, only a bit and a word,
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| I don't feel like I want anything else.
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| And while there is no reason to drag your ass into the office,
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| As I wrote, so I write, and I will write.
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| Choose yourself to press play or not to press,
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| And no matter what you do, we will not be sorry in the end.
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| No wasted time, no effort, no ideas,
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| After all, every day there are more and more of our people around.
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| Let's get together, BAD!
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| Louder, BAD!
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| It's all right,
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| And if Kyiv, it means "Stolny Grad".
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| "Reception, reception" to everyone and everyone,
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| Who hears it.
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| Second album released
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| Come on, hands up!
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| Now Mikhalych don’t fuck you off the hill, let the haters tick,
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| We are like gold in a pawnshop, Vasya, people buy us back.
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| Together BRDK from the city on the letter "K",
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| If the rapper is a matodor, Mike has three bulls.
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| As soon as we put our hands into the game, we had a bite to eat.
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| All those who are fashionable MCs had a bite to eat at lunch.
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| Wires, yes, we're not exactly starving.
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| But when your crowd is yapping at mine, fuck them.
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| We barely have enough money and conscience for three,
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| But when there are rhymes in stock, they are ready to set them on a beat ...
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| Yes, so that you, like bullets, blow up your asses on a chair,
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| But we rocked.
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| Get used to it, here are the giants of rap K, and while you are flour,
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| We are from a different test, we have been from BarDak since childhood.
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| Yes, we came to your city in a tank and launched
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| The second album, we go beyond style.
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| Let's get together, BAD!
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| Louder, BAD!
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| It's all right,
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| And if Kyiv, it means "Stolny Grad".
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| "Reception, reception" to everyone and everyone,
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| Who hears it.
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| Second album released
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| Come on, hands up! |