Verse 1: Zhaman
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We, like many of you, come from the bottom.
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Our hearts are calling again.
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A couple of jackets are thrown off, pirate software is boiling.
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There are some hip-hop heads here. |
SG one love!
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And we are not fucking arguing here or on the internet.
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On the Internet, children measure their pisyuli.
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We love to disappear from the radar so as not to be the subject of gossip.
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Ander is just a way of life, who came up with the rating?
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I see each of you. |
How are you, dear?
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Like mother and father, how small, how small?
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The eastern district here is as simple as three rubles.
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People's muzlo, don't insult me with a star.
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The leaders in the game changed, and we wrapped ourselves in a studio cocoon.
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And in order to dream big, we are on a strict rap regime.
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There, SG spirits are in bond with us, behind our backs.
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They did not leave us even during the crisis, and this is important.
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Hearts sway with excitement, plus the mind prevails.
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In spite of everyone, we even breathe arrogantly and do not lead even with an eye.
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And we send sincere respect to all underground bases.
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Salute to all true to style at once, and ...
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Chorus: x2
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This is the east district, mister, it's like a shot in your head.
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He plays too loudly at home, the neighbors have an attack.
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The thought is pure, like natural Cristal.
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Hear, move over, we came from below.
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East district, mister, it's like a shot in your head.
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He plays too loudly at home, the neighbors have an attack.
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The thought is pure, like natural Cristal.
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Hear, move over, we came from below.
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Verse 2: Yamych
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We twist T-shirts in our hands to calluses, we do not feel pain.
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Much has been changed by the use of willpower.
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Big game, east district - players on the field.
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We patented the brand, raised the bar.
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They packed tightly in a jar what smells sweet.
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They took the idea from the depths, brought it to the surface.
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Without putting on makeup, staying true to style.
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It smells of smoke we need,
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Music warms the soul, melting ice floes.
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United in creativity, united in spirit.
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Fuck your showbiz, we're diving into the depths.
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And I won't get bored tomorrow, I'm not alone here.
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We have many reasons to stay in music.
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Ever since I went out into the yard alone, saw the world,
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This rap has swallowed us alive.
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Chorus: x2
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This is the east district, mister, it's like a shot in your head.
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He plays too loudly at home, the neighbors have an attack.
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The thought is pure, like natural Cristal.
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Hear, move over, we came from below.
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East district, mister, it's like a shot in your head.
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He plays too loudly at home, the neighbors have an attack.
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The thought is pure, like natural Cristal.
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Hear, move over, we came from below.
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East district! |