| Smoke, uncle, the lines from this notebook.
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| You hardly hear on the radio
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| For you this music is poison, but for my brothers
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| With a * ban scenario, as an antidote.
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| Like a virus in an antibiotic,
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| Like it or not, but there is a little drug.
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| And while blood runs and flesh breathes,
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| It is necessary to nail, but not prick.
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| The hall is rocking, but I didn't know what was left,
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| It didn't seem to you, I suggested it,
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| There is only one topic and no matter how it concerns you,
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| Vasya, I am for legalization...
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| As from an underbarrel, catch a parcel,
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| It won't hurt if you know the password.
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| Rap is not for a feast, the market is zero,
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| But this is the third solo and that's the whole point.
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| Chorus:
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| Again in the dark entrance it is smoky,
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| They uncovered the heel, but fuck us.
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| If you have time, brother, drive up.
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| If there are filks, hook the smoke.
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| Again in the dark entrance it is smoky,
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| They uncovered the heel, but fuck us.
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| If you have time, brother, drive up.
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| If there are filks, hook the smoke.
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| I'll sign it as if by notes, not knowing the notes,
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| In a pocket weave, stuck up for five hundred.
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| On the bankrupt list, rap is not for banknotes,
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| If you want stability, go to the factory.
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| Hey, what did you do at your age,
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| Except how, after all, he graduated from vocational school?
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| You play DotA with the same idiot
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| Or pushing drugs to idiots.
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| In a rolled-up basin, in boilers from Prado,
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| Or they are being transported outside the Moscow Ring Road in his trunk.
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| Rolling cotton wool, waiting for the result,
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| Or the result does not fit into the wallets.
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| Fucked up rap, doubly fucked up,
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| When the basses are hammering and the self-garden smokes.
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| I slept a little for the brothers in Tolyatti,
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| Just, for God's sake, don't abuse it.
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| Fucked up rap, doubly fucked up,
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| When the basses are hammering and the self-garden smokes.
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| I slept a little for the brothers in Tolyatti,
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| Just, for God's sake, don't abuse it.
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| Chorus:
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| Again in the dark entrance it is smoky,
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| They uncovered the heel, but fuck us.
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| If you have time, brother, drive up.
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| If there are filks, hook the smoke.
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| Again in the dark entrance it is smoky,
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| They uncovered the heel, but fuck us.
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| If you have time, brother, drive up.
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| If there are filks, hook the smoke. |