| I lay down for a while to reload the Glock
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| To further my every syllable
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| Every track, every block
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| It hit your soul and knocked you off your feet
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| Yes, I could and have not stopped for years
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| You can see the path of the antipode - my duty
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| Rap has become insipid, the odds are in the direction of the coin
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| But, I bring a new round
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| Know - your style is under the power
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| For six years, the Russian rap tsar guarded
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| And everything that you piled on turned out to be pale
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| No one has saved this morality
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| Collecting money for the years of the sovereign
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| The day will come - the boot will hit you
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| The one who is in bass in a pair
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| People fooled, burgers soared to the masses
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| Today you are at your peak
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| Tomorrow - heads on peaks
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| Your position is faceless
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| All these years you have been silent
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| So you will be carried out without a cry,
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| And what about crests?
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| And the flow of crests here be healthy
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| Confidently we bring down from all trunks
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| And we say everything as it is about Mr. |
| thieves
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| Under the creaking of braces, I am here
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| To give you a guy, alternative rap
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| Cry from the crypt, I got out to raise again
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| This culture, and not blindly follow trends
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| Clogged tape
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| Any x * eta we are hovering rap legends
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| Fuck it, yesterday's mentor
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| Today has become a vestige for me
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| There is a place for protest in rap in China
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| Grab my manifesto
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| I feel cramped among MS entrances
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| I carry through the crowd like a cross
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| The truth about power and deeds
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| The scum of the unrepentant
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| The Lord saw all the meanness
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| And all the greed of the descendants of Cain
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| These bitches can be bought
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| Fashionable sound can be sold
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| Grandmas can be rolled
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| But don't lose yourself
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| These bitches can be bought
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| Fashionable sound can be sold
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| But to hungry monkeys
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| My themes do not understand!
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| These bitches can be bought
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| Fashionable sound can be sold
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| Grandmas can be rolled
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| But don't lose yourself
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| These bitches can be bought
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| Fashionable sound can be sold
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| But to hungry monkeys
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| My themes do not understand!
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| My topics are not understood by stupid primates
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| I fall into the shares like an automatic machine
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| As long as rap and money are outside the format
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| X * is there to share me with this cotton wool?
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| If it were my will, the will - in veterans methyl
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| But who will make the wind on the field?
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| Samizdat, because fuck -
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| And the peppers are in full bloom!
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| Hands raise my cluster to the beat
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| What year is Mike's master of tact
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| And whatever they say, we conquered the mountains
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| And this was brewed here without a contract!
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| Over the years on beats - I have grown up, brother!
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| All my efforts are not just a flash
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| Again bust and charge, and pressure
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| I inflate your diffusers without breathing
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| It pours from heaven, my stream is eternal
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| Empty by weight there is nothing to help here
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| In this muse, my path is marked for me
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| The goal tells me to be the best
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| Atlas Shrugged!
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| Watch the video clip/Listen to the song online YARMAK — Che tam u khokhlov |