| 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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| How not to twist |
| 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! |