Do you need to sing? |
Hear, do not treat there
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I'm still less of a vocalist than a reader
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Still someone's comments soar me
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No more than the League of prices when choosing in a bar
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Our ancestors were right, boy
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Saying that sticking to beats we will fly out from everywhere
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Yes, it doesn’t matter, as long as Hap and that one are with us
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Which last melts
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Who fumbles in this, let's go
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With us, stir up not a waltz, but Muay Thai
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Yes, as long as we only invest in it,
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But in a year we will collect tribute
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"Bro, is there anything else to say?" |
- naturally
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The presence of a bit excludes the absence of text
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I can’t become the second Basta, just wondering
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Why the real staff is idle
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While you use bespont in your playlists
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Vadyara Blues responsibly
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The whole country declares - planet Earth
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Survives the invasion of mediocrity
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Instead of rhymes on beats, insipid rhythm. |
So
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Closer to Russian rap to me, rather metal
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Welcome to Perekatipolinsk Town
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Appreciate it yourself, send it to the Kents
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While you were listening to someone ramsit over the network with someone
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I absorbed the stealth technique from Helt Skelt
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And how I felt that I was not wasting my time -
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Now, like a jack-of-all-trades, I'm punching a bunch
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From the windows of our rocked cars
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Waving a white flag quality ganjik
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There is a suggestion to tint the eyes ...
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What a market, brother, we are always for!
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King size kromasai, stick shigu in battle
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Banzai, Vasya, don't give up, come on...
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And now it’s not music from the speakers,
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And a balm pours on the soul
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Now you'll understand how to write rap -
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The head explodes, the river is pressed,
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We are waiting a little bit ... - Well, here she is, noshpa for the soul
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Goodbye to you sound track
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This is not a hobby bro, this is our gut
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Get up to the solemn price of the rapper!
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The next release is in tandem with Dendy from Bulletgrims |