| 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! |