Heavy exhalation, a foggy look at the earth.
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He sleeps in sight, but the dangerous smoke'r does not sleep.
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There are as many of us as there are moons in the week!
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While people are drowning in beds, we are smoking stone for oolong tea.
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74 varieties! |
A hill turns into smoke and ash in an instant.
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Nature pleases: now snowfall, now rain;
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And someone is barely alive, and pours his jivik onto the foil.
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Weak, - this is not a tractor-factory!
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Young man, can't you find a light?
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For-for-for-record, it's hip-hop, babe!
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Sleep, Kids 3 bit, come on, put Davis away.
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There are forces not just to bring yourself home,
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And it’s ugly to swear at a beautiful beat.
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Exhaust a leaf without vulture, without makeup;
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Without rap, like a hungry dog, I would freeze on the street!
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Without rap - I would, would, would, would!
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Without rap - I can't imagine this pit;
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I represent Tankograd Undegraund,
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You can only imagine and sing
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About your first lyamas, understand?
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It smoked nice again. |
High five, bro!
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He smashed everything, to * uyam here!
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Sativa, put everything in order.
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Duty Free cuts fried pork from vinyl.
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Chen spilled, Fast grabbed.
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You were deceived by people, but we will not talk about that.
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Sober up, children - animals have not gone crazy yet.
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I float past the background, already cheerful;
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I catch shots with my eye, I go with goodness,
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But you see, not everyone is so happy.
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These tirades rub the Achilles' heel.
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Are you blowing up anyone else? |
*banuted.
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I'm moving along the route, I've already taken a test here.
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The empty pocket again asked the topic of the day.
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Rewinding this scene in a moment
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I find myself where no one needs money from me.
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Like - just rhyme! |
Ruby don't stop
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No way, don't tempt fate!
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So vain, did not change at dusk,
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And the world hinted that it was easy to go crazy here!
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Our studio is our cell, in which
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It smells of flowers - and this is not a camellia:
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Poetry itself, reading which we smoke
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With the belief that in a world full of art -
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No hospitals and prisons!
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My style is the ocean, not potassium.
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These curses inspire me to move!
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While an inspector without a vector orders teriyaki,
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In the bushes, maniacs are covered in blood, beaten by children.
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Weaved past two *bnuts, on half-bent,
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Already incapable of anything here.
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The street makes vibrations, boys are standing at the entrance;
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They have unity, they don't just hang out!
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I'm walking around Chelyabinsk and thinking about concerts.
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I go to where the church is between the shopping center and the circus -
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There is a wonderful place, opposite the fountain;
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Glitter of splashes, I'm in a spit. |
Nirvana.
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I lead the harmony and sound, kindling with whitefish on the go.
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I breathe out and I breathe, I breathe out and I breathe!
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I walk without panicking, as if I know what will happen.
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Having given it to your people, what do you say about it?
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We know, obviously in the mud, drowning the brightest.
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The street spends the price, yes, I'm talking about hip-hop!
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The gift of speech can maim the owner,
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Taking on more than enough for him!
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And so they remain behind, instead of a spiral -
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Setting your movement in circles.
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Once! |
The pastor leads the souls leaving the body,
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Obediently to the music to swing under the acapella.
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Two! |
Az Esm is responsible for the words!
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Three or four: eaw! |
Three or four: eaw! |