| Not missing until 15 not smoking,
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| Since I used to sleep little, I thump more often,
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| Here he is rude and polite, as before,
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| On S.G. |
| production more often, less often at school,
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| Less often, on rotten cheap party mothers,
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| Stingy pay twice, with V.O. |
| don't get along
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| At sluggish parties, at parties full of holes,
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| Me and Zhaman, don't wait for free,
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| Ae, the Ural stream with a blow to the side,
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| Knocks down, son, through the wires, like a current,
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| One, two, 0 km from Ekt and to the east,
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| Yes, the muffin-style bun burns like boiling water
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| Scored on assholes and other garbage
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| Get my style, get my style
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| Fuckin shit I'll muddle, muddle, muddle
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| Get my style, get my style
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| I did not take and do not take from suspicious mobile phones
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| Get my style, get my style
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| Don't fall S.G. |
| ... Don't fire!
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| Catch my style, catch my style!
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| We breathe underground smoke, we rap sensibly,
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| Our style your perdak begs to fuck like a coffee grinder,
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| We are single, impudent youth,
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| Has the underground lost ground? |
| It's all bullshit!
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| Here V.O. to prove otherwise my friend,
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| Zhaman and Yamych, behind Yekaterinburg,
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| Ae ... ae ... in the furnace a half-shelf without b,
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| With a short rap, don't fall S.G.
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| E! |
| We put the public before the fact
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| The second compact, Artyomov's rap with obscenities,
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| The cue ball is patched by the composer, rolled up in shit,
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| Stay online, our music will pop up there...
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| Ayo! |
| attention to all posts,
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| S.G.Pro driving on the Volga, ha, we're coming to you,
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| Stick our Shit in your car
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| Listen Artyomovsky... Catch my style!
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| V.O., V.O. |
| company shake in crowds,
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| They poke buttons, sit at computers,
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| They inhale with corks, sniff with hundreds,
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| Boys with heifers shake rolls on a roll,
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| Neighbors with know respect pump rap
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| As a rule, in winter and summer from Thursday to Wednesday,
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| Arranging kipish in the studio in the evenings,
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| Rubber on the pocket, do not fall between us,
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| At times... in an unreal state,
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| Waving your hands in the rubbish in the prick with garbage,
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| Get drunk! |
| It would be better if you were silent!
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| I went freestyle drunk! |
| you are in trouble…
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| Hello to the whole Sverdlovsk region,
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| Catch style, expect to visit,
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| Yamych here had ashes on the clave, dust on the monitor...
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| Catch my style |