Текст песни КрасныйКремль, ЛОКАЛЬНАЯ ГРУППИРОВКА - Почерк

It's kind of pathetic to just come to everything ready-made
Angrily expensive, but no, everything is simple and strict
I've tied knots on the parallels of life
My handwriting is what it is, the neighborhood recognizes it for sure
The routine of hustle and bustle will wear out the engine
A precise shot to the center, we're laying down the chances on the beat
Our crew is top-notch, as my stepfather says
And the Kremlin respects us for our deeds, because we're not junkies
A witch put a curse on me, she died of cancer
And my friend thinks he lost his marriage because of her
A hungry dog ​​will always find a bone
If I had fed it more often, maybe things would have worked out
Oh well, forget it, it's so easy to leave habits behind
The laws of the jungle are commonplace these days
Familiar landscapes, bricks and cobwebs
Don't miss the moment, life flies by quickly
The years are running so fast, I've passed my third decade
And as a child I thought that adults were telling us bullshit
Like, "You'll grow up and understand," that really pissed me off
I grew up and understood everything, where can I find the strength now
To not see the gray days and these dead souls
To not see how people are ruined by alcohol and drugs
We're still the same as before, a lot of drugs, we need a beat
A lot of drugs in my head, what were you thinking, man?
Local and Moscow on the mic, how do you like that arrangement?
If there's a four on the beat, there are no cards in the deck
My father gambled away the apartment, blaming it all on the cat
Show me someone who isn't ruined by drugs
Someone puts curses on people, and someone puts on tourniquets
Someone needs everything at once, and what do you want?
I stood in front of the mirror, asking it a question
But silence in response, and in my head, "Oh, come on"
And you haven't heard this style, just look around
These neighborhoods will suck you in in an instant, but everything is awesome
And this sound is right from the entrance, bring it here for everyone
The gang burst into laughter, this is underground, man
Even In '23 I didn't stop grinding
Since childhood I've known everything that life would show me
We used to be wild hooligans, but now it's all about family
Pulled a sucker behind the arch, and the Benjis started flowing
The plot is straight out of GTA
Nervously smoking on the sidelines, there's hip-hop, explosions and bongs
I've been in this vortex for a long time, echoes of the Soviet era
Slightly dilapidated factories, all the forests are wrapped in electrical tape
Deprived of freedom since childhood
And I watch as my youth runs away somewhere
And we're still in the same house
So that you can hear our verses here
So that you can hear our verses here
This isn't the States
There are no avenues here, only our native haunts
Streets, avenues, leather jackets and fanny packs
No matter what happens, we will remember our ancestors
Strength is in simplicity, in truth, and in loyal brothers
I hope one day we'll jump into a souped-up Prado
All this is more than just true
Our whole journey is a closed circle
We're not swimming breaststroke, but doing the butterfly
Our people shine from our artifacts
If you hit the same point, you can break through it
This is LocalBand and the Kremlin, bitch, rocking to the beat
We unearthed our talent like archaeologists
We look confident like McConaughey on TV
And only God knows how much time we have left
The main thing is that our hands aren't behind our backs, but better yet, towards the ceiling