I'm waiting for the dawn as the beginning of the verse,
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To meet the dream of a forgotten poet.
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It is this line that is touched by my memory,
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The battle is to reveal the secret.
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And I'm ready for this fight, victory or defeat,
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hip hop movement angry faces expression,
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I will remind you how sharpened the sonorous sword is.
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"I ask you to appreciate and cherish the rhymed speech!"
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"Hey! Meet your people!
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Caste and Evil Spirit, Kazan and Rostov-on-Don
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With a complex of ideas they will not become angrier,
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They won't bang their heads against the sky.
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We spit fire without showing anger.
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The storm of words overtakes from the left to the right,
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Then on both membranes at once - this is our right "
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Our glory, sometimes far, sometimes too close.
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Imprisoned forever in a compact disc.
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Listening to the rustle of empty squares,
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Peering into the faces of frozen ideas, sleeping nonhumans,
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Then swallowing the bright carefree light on the stage,
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Fighting like a gladiator in the arena.
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This is the Evil Spirit and Caste!
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There is no reason in the world to doubt us!
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Noisy waves from the underground realm of thoughts
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Aiming for the sun!
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This is the Evil Spirit and Caste!
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There is no reason in the world to doubt us! |
Noisy waves from the underground realm of thoughts
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Aiming for the sun!
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I got up early, counted real people on my fingers
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The phone beeped, I picked up the phone -
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This is the Evil Spirit from Kazan, we have known about you for a long time
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And recognized without a market!
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After a tight conversation
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It was decided that very soon
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My monitors will reflect digital
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Your hardcore signal. |
And so it was without dispute!
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In a genre where drums beat
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They turn blocks into stones, stones into sand.
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"That's the way we live boys! We make beats great, yeah
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The notes are bright, the basses are like guitars with all sorts of old noises!"
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We cannot avoid karma, so we
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The recording of these quatrains was prescribed from above.
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There are no extras in our brotherhood!
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Bespontovye left long ago, Evil Spirit - respect!
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"You read our minds, the style is close
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Your beats are higher, keep it up bro."
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All back, with me my rap without barriers!
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Accurate as billiards, but elegant as body art.
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You said this name to yourself: "Know the incentive!"
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One way or another, it gains strength.
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Those who believe in us
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Who doesn't need fake nonsense of hackneyed phrases.
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We bring hip-hop to you in its purest form.
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Leaving a lot of important words in the picture,
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We send waves of our ideas in all directions.
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Who is not with us will be attacked
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In a deadly manner, for those who don't believe.
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We will open their eyes, and if necessary, the doors.
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Bros from Kazan, Casta is with you.
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The truth is behind us, guys strictly.
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"Hey! Raise your head, we'll all get even"
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Rap will pay us the bills in full,
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That's all you need: "Think and do,
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And you are with us in the share of a brother,
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Hip-hop loves the bold!"
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"Hey! How are you guys from the banks of the Volga?
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In any case, we will clash with you and drink vodka."
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I know what it's like to rap through walls
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The fight reflex, it pushes our blood into the veins.
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I'm from Rostov, so I'm responsible for the word.
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Heard about us, so you'll see soon.
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"Look, the sun rises with the sign of Caste,
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Our soldiers are engraving their diamonds."
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In response to the question of what we take on the streets,
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Their radiance hurts the eye, if you do not squint.
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With bright morning light, the sun will wake up the city,
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"Peace to all who are with us, peace to all our people."
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This is the Evil Spirit and Caste! |
There is no reason in the world to doubt us!
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Noisy waves from the underground realm of thoughts
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Aiming for the sun!
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This is the Evil Spirit and Caste!
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There is no reason in the world to doubt us!
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Noisy waves from the underground realm of thoughts
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Aiming for the sun! |