Текст песни Пян-Се Clan - Зла не хватает

Goodwin:
... finally, a comfortable jam session,
It's cold in the cave, warm in tights,
And I need balance, and even if our music isn't what someone else wants,
At least we have a team here, not a coworking space or a TikTok home.
... while music is in your arteries, all the criteria are garbage,
And underwear hides lyrics in the secretary,
With all my might, like an MC, convey your thoughts to the ears
And those who actually understand everything will understand everything.
... I used to get angry at people,
Because it's easier for them to swoop in like an indifferent bird of prey
And peck than to be the geese who saved Rome,
But now I don't care, and it's unlikely to stir anything in me
At least something. Are you sick of my rap? Yeah, okay, forget it...
I'm much more sick of my own rap,
But I'm at a battle, even if I'm not hungry for it,
And those who voted against me in the last round are idiots :*
... For me, Semnashka is mourning,
I endured contracts, intermissions, donations, and Raytraun,
Round after round, kicking my ass, I got to Peter,
In the end, having written my best lyrics, I didn't give a damn.
Oops. And the question keeps looming:
Are battles part of an MC's life, or the life of part of an MC?
Hmm, but I don't need an answer anymore,
Evil doesn't have room in the heart, it's all in the head.

Hook:
Remember your drive at the beginning of the journey,
We didn't promise to leave the field,
Spoiler: turn off the sound, don't ruin your appetite,
Soon one of the two teams will win.
Remember your drive at the start,
We didn't promise to leave the field,
Spoiler: turn off the sound, don't spoil your appetite,
Soon one of the two teams will be eliminated.

PaL:
Everywhere it's new school or old school, and dissing is schoolyard bullying,
Words are running wild, like, what will happen to me?
Once again, like a daring, stray bullet, in your brain
To get stuck, so we can step over another corpse. Got up on the wrong side of the bed, replenishing my supply of evil,
One hundred and one percent, I'm late,
The traffic lights glide reluctantly through a traffic jam,
I wish I didn't boil over, like pouring water on a pan of oil,
Someone cursed us here, with grimaces, a breath of fresh air to recover in this dense mass,
At work, calls, bustle,
The schedule is tight, no offense, everything is wrong,
I need to redo the project, there are many gaps,
It's blowing my mind, even though it's not a convertible, there are no personnel problems,
If you don't like it, throw you out like manure,
This has been our motto for many years among colleagues,
Evening, driving back in traffic,
My thoughts should quickly turn to bed, this day is clearly cursed,
A black blindfold - an amulet,
Falling asleep, the evil meter is at zero...

Hook.

Kore:
My godly armor was custom-made.
My wide road ends in the sunset.
Hundreds of horses under the hood, surprised eyes.
And it seems I wasn't ready to tell you much.
Yes, our son is with you now, everything will work out, I'm sorry.
Nothing can be changed here, and I'm guilty without guilt.
I just never thought I could love like this.
Now, like a bullet from a clip, I'm flying out of the family.
... I would understand something about responsibility,
Without feeling envious that someone has a father,
Who could explain where the lines are, the ones you shouldn't cross,
Having ruined someone's life here, it's so easy, because breaking is not building.
When feelings are on display, we decide whether to hide them or not.
I was in those four elements, but where is the fifth element?
I was ready for any kind of shit, wherever the devil would take me.
And I forgave you, Dad, I guess I'm just not that angry...

Ksandra:
You're collecting money for a zinc coffin.
But you know, it's all leading to my implosion sooner.
The fact that you get high gives me the chills again.
Am I your pride? Ridiculous... Am I your daughter, or what?
It's not for nothing that everything floats when I see a shot.
My worst nightmare is to one day follow in your footsteps.
How low could you fall...There's emptiness in your eyes.
We're all not without sin, but you're the only one who needs rehab here.
Ooh. Mom, how did we become like this?
Young old people give gray hair to old children.
Mike became the educator—a mentor and authority figure.
After all, he will direct the anger to its target and tell it where to fly. The words roared like an obedient swarm,
for the little bee had grown, and now every rival was a weakling.
A true mother, or a tasteless wordplay.
It doesn't matter who stands before me—the stingers rush toward you.