| We don't have a separate booth at the studio
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| Like cigarettes we twist the hands of bastards
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| Limitless deeds
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| You can get 15 days for our jokes
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| This bit hits the eardrums
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| I play football with rhymes
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| How hydroponics cuts a tambourine for an amateur
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| My microphone is not available
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| Call back later, I'll read later
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| It will tremble, I won't pull the reins
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| Like a razor across the skin with this word in the face
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| God help me and my brothers too
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| Our goal is to capture as many bosses as possible.
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| More power, keep it simple, stay tough
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| So that they don’t bend in any way,
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| What the fuck did you think that there wouldn't be enough bullets for you?
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| You were blown away like dust, fucked on a chair
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| Our microphone is like a barrel, don't forget about it this summer
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| Enjoy our nonsense
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| My creed is black
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| But for the rich and the poor, for the dark-skinned and the pale
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| The main thing is that it warmed them
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| Well, for the most daring, a couple of ripe water heads
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| In order for all the shit to settle to the bottom
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| You can't shoot us down with a scope, our clips are intact
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| We are calm in practice, put on masks on the fuck
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| So that our photos do not hang in the department
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| Against the government we stele in spite of the fucking system |
| The one that *** Everyone
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| There are 10 of us here, we are broadcasting from outside the Moscow Ring Road
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| I would climb into your souls, but the doors are locked there
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| This *** will remain behind the scenes
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| Under this crazy sunset sky
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| In this batch, our songs are fucked
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| On a positive wave without fucking aggression
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| Black Economy 2010
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| Leave fucking stereotypes become free
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| Remember the good despite the ins and outs
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| We read, this topic is given to us by God
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| Melodies will be pushed into the head like a scan debt
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| These tracks fly from our music library
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| Without pathos and privileges
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| Reading a note from our editorial board
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| If you don't understand what it's about then fuck off the beach
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| And what will happen next is how the card will fall
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| And all all the years of experience are not for sale
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| This is the trunk that is stuffed with explosives
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| Put your shabby wallet away
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| Exactly the same case where there is no surrender
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| Underground, here is my puddle
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| No exit needed with word cloud exhalation
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| Get out like a secret underground weapon
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| Weighing 10 tons, if we weigh the total
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| The laughter room is filled with smoke
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| Only that's where the fun is, no matter where you are
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| Sound interference from the south and the whole ball |
| One truth - one peace, no war
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| Don't give a fuck about dictating conditions without knowing the rules
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| From below to those who aimed the sight from above
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| The secret takes them, shrouded in verses
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| Unknown distances worth understanding in detail
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| Our protest against people who fucked their own
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| For the sake of profit, throwing away as a useless product
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| Against the force that has long been called capital
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| Against the system at the helm of which the feudal lords
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| Lave in a package grass in a plastic envelope
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| Fuck this hasl you don't believe them
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| It's not like these kids are stuck in the shithole
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| Where we go from birth to death
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| Many have sold their asses
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| But open your eyes man, get fucked up to
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| What kind of filling is there in your head,
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| And for me you are no different from your shobla
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| Fuck would go, for you there is no maza
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| You have money and you are stuck in life,
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| And we are where there is no and there was no this infection
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| Big man from RO, royal guards
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| We blow it out, and you play the role of life
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| Banknote player is not allowed in cameras on clips
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| And you are just zero and look like an asshole
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| Remember this for now, catch 10 verses in the name of Tupac
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| I'm in the top ten, daws, I won't give you a heel
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| Work brother, there are makings then fucker |
| Morality is basically something else
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| I'll try to push my policy
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| They say life is hard and we're all cretins here
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| Mobiles, movies, Armani, Prado
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| Who cares, but I'm flying with this paradise
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| Come on fraer turn on Tupac
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| So that your life seems like you are always with micro
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| In the city where girls and boys spend the night under the bar
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| Harming karma so even Kirby can't be cleaned with a vacuum cleaner
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| Where they do not look for straight paths, eating lies
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| They turn into a wretch, I'm used to living
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| Life has become boring, alas, it remains only to try
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| jump higher |