OU74, rap is waterproof
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Quite a lot of people give, but we do not show our faces to them,
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And I'm so stylish not in size, I got things from the elders
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I even spit culturally, my culture is hip-hop, you still ask?
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White water from the tap, black wires from under the sofa
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He went into a binge, squandered his life a lot ahead
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Soul of a poet, sing while the remnants dance in the firebox
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The beauty of life is in love, my love brought me herbs
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I will add brightness to the world, that's why the sky is more blue
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The first lake, the sound of the surf
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(I) "Watcher of the dawn, tell me how to
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Is it dawn or is it sunset?
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My dear suburb will never be a paradise
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Faith Abel offered God a better sacrifice than Cain
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This is the father's world, this street is Mom's
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“Do you value your brothers? |
Then it's all right!"
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The apple is sweet, and I indulge in the taste of it
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Black ink writing black music
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I walk on heads, I walk on sounds,
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And here, count up, I hear a bazooka buzzing
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One love to yards, hip-hop - vibe
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Dick to you garbage, and to us a soft hash washer
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The resin glued the cue ball and strings together
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(Oh, yes, the most dangerous smokers have gathered here)
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The smell of a skunk displaces melancholy from sour
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Not a thready pulse and confused in numbers
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But I know soon Petrozavodsk is scheduled (oh seven four)
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I wish peace to those we quote,
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And the boys decorated their native city
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Then the bitch cop has every right to detain them
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I'm fucking over this country, my advice to you sisters and brothers
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Be careful!
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He stretched out his hand to the sun, he stretched out himself
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For some, it's nonsense, but I'm like a bush - look everyone!
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I asked the sky for strength, it refreshed with rain
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Nailed the dust to the ground, it became more fun
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Calm like a tank on the banks of Smolino
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The strength of the core will protect the underground brotherhood
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I've been eating poison since childhood
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You know what kind of heads these thugs need
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Smeared on the chair, like paste on the lines
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On its stretch, freestyle slab prose
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I throw sketches into the trash can
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I remember death, but I continue to live brightly
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With a light hand I throw dice
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Beating on the edge, your game to the public is a bluff
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It fell out, as I guessed at zero, which means
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Everything is still in balance
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Staff is not for everyone, this rap is jewelry
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Sticky fingers in dust and paint
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Stone Island brotherly worn to holes
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Smoke was given, we need water
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Truth tear my voice
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Coming out of the darkness - rap fucked up pride
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“What do children hear, and what would you advise them to listen to?”
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You need to distract them, put on earplugs
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Blind - the world is perfect
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Only like this, without scars, wrinkles
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With faces but no backs
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The style is monotonous, we drown in this swamp
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Who, besides us? |
This piece is too small
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Saliva with blood, warmed the soul with love
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We create history, new salt on the wounds
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In each god and devil, thirst, flesh shaved
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Blue or red, the final picture
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Constantly not enough for us, my ship on the waves
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Thought flies over computers, people are sitting at home
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It's not grime, but cream, don't play - wet
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Put tobacco on and pull the bush out of your leg
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You will be pulled into a whirlpool, crushed and thrown out
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I'm diving into a coma, wait a couple of minutes
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Smoke flies into the clouds, for the harmfulness of milk
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We are not children of the regiment, a hand is raised!
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I respect cool rappers
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Heal, but only so that the style does not get wet |