| Anthony, how are you?
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| What?
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| How are you?
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| I can not hear.
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| Turn off the fucking music, I say how are you?
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| What?
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| How are you?
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| Fucked?
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| C-C-C-CAO!
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| Salute, people, how are you?
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| This is CENTR, though without one genius
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| He left and it is unlikely that at the meeting he will say to us: "hello!" |
| (hello!)
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| Well, God bless him, hello Basta
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| And this is not a war, don't rely on it
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| So if you were waiting for this, turn it off right away
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| If you were waiting for rap - here are Legends of Pro ... CENTR, meet
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| After all, I am sure that there are more than one thousand in the country
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| The swing swings both before and now
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| So it was destined to blow up and run away
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| Such is life, but the show must go on
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| You ask: "What did these four guys forget here?"
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| And “Why did CENTR become some kind of quarterly?”
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| But well, I ask myself this question
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| Apparently the crossroads of our roads is on the conscience of the stars (ha)
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| Like it or not, the album is ready, here it is
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| The result of the joint work of Slim, Bird and someone
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| But this is CENTR, there is only truth
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| And if Legends Pro is here, then so be it.
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| Every city has its own legends
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| And in every city there is a place that is called the center,
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| But here is a different alignment and these are just the names of the groups
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| Here CAO records plus 16-quarter sound
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| Respect to those who know us or someone somewhere heard
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| We even shone on Moscow posters a couple of times
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| As a result, our joint work came out
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| CENTR and Legends Pro — one order for two factories
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| We are alone again; |
| again where our homes are
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| Where the banks of the Karam break our locks
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| Where there is no Arbat in the windows and Krasnaya is not visible,
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| But just like everywhere ordinary people live
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| And the difference is not how long it takes to walk to the center
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| How many tram stops or metro stations
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| How many floors is your house and where do the windows go
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| The main thing is to be real. |
| Everything else later
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| Turn off the music, fuck-i-i-i! |