Текст песни Проект Фагло,Оу 74 - нанана

Talking bullshit in your ear fucking fucking
About Freemasons and Illuminati, enemies of state structures
Are you still sure the boss is upstairs
Interesting mushroom, dried in your mouth, bro
Northern snow, moscow skunk, eternal laughter, mass effect
We entered your cranial block
Raise your middle two fingers up
Cop doesn't understand flow, doesn't change sex
This is absolute evil - everything that does not fall into the background
The bottom does not see us slaves who cannot get on the throne
Ready to spend the last bullet on myself
Your son takes over your loan debt
Gums go numb, cocaine current flows through the body
Cold sweat throws in shock throws in cold sweat
Fires two muzzles

tightly killed poet does not shine with intelligence
but there are things that cling to the forehead like a tick
important as slavery for blacks and then
what we breathe from the windows we will never become a kent
this is east, son, zamkadny under
really how Caine Corso clings to the brain and tonsils
crumbling blunts, pouring, pouring water into the bong
your pont here, one napas - and, son, you're dead
we don't have snow here. and we are getting old
and cunt will come soon to everyone
and even in my sleep I smoke a lot, but I don't get fat
and just passed the laughter in a circle to everyone
I am a tramp, which is already a year away
behind the muse they load their ears into a knot with music crucified their ears
someone here deafly stood up, became in spirit, fell in spirit,
talking nonsense in your ear sniffed ...

from under half-closed eyelids I can see more
more smoke from the rap machine
my people are waiting for me to say
bass we press on the springs time in the city of roads
rushes. we like obsessed seize smog
specific question - what would you do to become noticeable?
what did you do to brighten colorless days
f I, could I fall as low?
listen to yourself what are you talking about - what kind of brother are you?
we pick up the microphones
rap terrorist does not convince - he brings down the word
bro, the master sees everything in the eyes
the weak one descends from the stage into the hall

Moscow is online, pissed on a bitch grin
are you talking nonsense sniffed in your ear?
here's a sock with Tabasco
I smoke like Rasta - but that's the way it is
for me to be outside of what you call the system
when you want to survive under the sun what heats what heats
in the background what is crumbled in the bong smolders
crossed styles on the beat loop
swing with us, wherever you live
I will repeat
crossed styles on the beat loop
swing with us, wherever you live

I write and stamp my foot behind the side wall
Who are you? you look like a fag from organs
or on the sheriff's pussy
fucking rubbish
endured at the feast choke on a star
horny cowboy will stop at the sight of the streets
the convoy or the way home - the result is simple
empty corridor and duffel bag behind
a squad of numbers is gaining strength from the hive
heap snare` we are cooler than dead bill - look
one hundred thirty thousand one hundred reasons, underground shield
oh seven chchhchchchh

this is a phaglo project, the haze is covered with haze
nonsense snuffled in the ear fuck in the SEAD
MC's gathered here in a crowd
to sing this rap on your forehead like a stake
in the room of crooked mirrors there is no one around
in this world of long roads in one
can't find your way out the window, no way out
flies
descends an avalanche from the mountains, shoots you point-blank
rap from the outskirts to your ipod
bustle in the city of roads, we are all under the hood
to all the hucksters of the Zhulebin catacombs
my hand is holding a microphone
forest of hands for legalization, the hall is packed full of
and I remind you - this is a phaglo project
first album, first album