I would go on stage without legs
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Without a tower, I would climb higher
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Without hands, I would cling to goals
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Texts are my panacea
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Gouge out my eyes, I'll smash the stage to the blind
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The mind is split, although it was holistic
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Children strive to hurt - they are not happy with my stories
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Like "you are a rooster, but not the fact that your phrases are winged"
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I stepped on your head and went crazy
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I drink without clinking glasses, for you! |
On the road
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I notice how each of them squints like a tin
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Rusrap is half funny like Jessica Simpson
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“Misha, in the end, remember the beginning of the beginning!”
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OK. |
Having closed the door with a bolt, I shouted - I did not remain silent
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I didn’t consult with anyone, why advice from them?
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Didn't notice anyone, but typed hundreds of notes
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For a long time already I was going to send everyone "judges"
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They didn’t steal me, but I already figured out people
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So let's not teach me, schoolboy
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After all, I write on the edge, and you only through the fields
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Chorus 2x
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I would go on stage without legs
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Without a tower, I would climb higher
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Without hands, I would cling to goals
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Texts are my panacea
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Your position and even opposition do not infuriate
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I'm just stupidly too lazy to mess around in this mess
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Paradoxes with me, I'm a sought-after hermit
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Do not shout that you would have taught my product kosher
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Everyone's elite disks are somewhere in an urn for a long time
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They obviously in evil roles are not given to be like Demi Moore,
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But it's not obvious to me, I'm a fucking genius,
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And you are MC centers, but nevertheless boring
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You are very correct, but I put "true" on the logic
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All your songs are sung like in karaoke in the morning
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Buy the album if it's free like cheese
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My rap is not a handkerchief, but wipes noses
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I want you to see all the attacks of a psychopath
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In full color, but somehow grayish
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This is the total mass of these rapper ladies
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What is the fact that their rap is left, as always, not to blame
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Chorus 2x
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I would go on stage without legs
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Without a tower, I would climb higher
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Without hands, I would cling to goals
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Texts are my panacea
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Who am I?
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Idiot, psychopath, imbecile and asshole
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Autistic and not an artist, but a fool
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I'm not a bad dancer, it's easy for me to shift
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On psychopaths, steps at number nineteen
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Chorus 2x
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I would go on stage without legs
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Without a tower, I would climb higher
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Without hands, I would cling to goals
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Texts are my panacea |