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2015.
2015.
As always!
Every time the first ...

Which once again there is no longer counted.
And about our concerts there are no advertisements on the shields.
We are already under 30, but so far we are tidy so,
What is Airmax cap - and only a raincoat and a scarf.

I won’t even go out without subscesses at +10!
It happens that the throat will get sick, although July is a month.
I realized that the years have been taken from rappers with experience.
And I learned from the urologist about the backs of the massage.

I quit blowing, I was planted from childhood.
Hare to pull, brother, no one will tell you here.
I weighed 90, but time cut off fat.
And the best buzz in the world is a sober life!

Every day, boys in the area are aging.
I sometimes call. Together we, with a kopem,
We remember what was; And what is happening now.
The area used to be a paradise, but became the underworld!

It flies from a gangway, through Eden to the tower.
We made our ideas an ep-shus on you,
There are so many rappers-*Andonov - this is already too much!
And if you are for us, brotherly - on, put on the shirt.

I devote these lines to my and loved ones from and to,
For many years of wandering in Rap, but did not understand where my house is.
This is a classic of New York, Sempler is cut by a close bro.
Our ligament is so played - they scored a goal together.

Starting the New Year, I clearly set the tasks.
On the schedule, do everything, as in the service of Bracho!
Like at the Institute, a cursory, but purely, not his own, not purchased.
I know that sooner or later we will change the crosses to shoes.

I, like Olenichev in Tula, turned a league on *in a *uu.
After all, the Russian rap is a hat; that not a rhyme is a linden.
What is rapper, what a fag - you hear, sounds the same?
We moved away from business, with the brand and lay down on the huts.

And we are in vnaturi to the lamp for your fashion and humor.
I remember the brother of the young, dissected there from the south.
I was snotty, like Jung; Now - like a cheto in an old man
Warm days of memories I will hide the trunk ...

My rap without pictures and painted fairies.
I am persecuted by the wind, self -called genius.
I urge - do not believe me, do not believe everyone around!
A little patience, darkness melts by morning.

It was not difficult to imagine our new album,
I sing about my own, and always the same thing.
Someone breaks to trembling, someone is not interested.
They recognize me in taverns, but in fact: unknown.

I am not an authority among the locals, I do not move culture,
Not an engine of progress, I did not listen to Sepulture.
He visited Uncle Kolyun. He is alive, well;
And again, the publishing house did not publish.

Rights oxxxymiron! My disk will not be published
Oh no no no. I wear a screeching house.
In short, everything is fine - I live and hello.
There is nothing more to say ... Simple, hello!

This is the beginning of a new series, a new chapter.
The Brazilian roves again without leaving your head.
Marking +21! Russian language is not Latin;
It’s better to cool, rapper, if we don't have the way!
(Got it, bitch?)

You pour so much water in the text.
What kind of bats from the bald - catch the bolts from the market!
We are those fake MS, but with a microphone on "you!"
Saw our Seners, we are in rappa - pensioners.

And there are no measures to albums, we do not chase the first.
We were - there were, there are and will be - this *scam!
And by buying an album of RO - you have done a good deed! Dot!
Good deed - pumped their body. Dot!

Album Market Relations, 2015!