In the morning, on business, bustle in the courtyards, I recruit my boys, it's time.
The South Ural is not a hole. Toning, hydra, pouring like a bucket.
The numbers are not visible, the garbage is not visible. We are not on the screens of the rams.
Rap is our game forever and we don't need Dim Bilanov.
Straight road, I'm a little drunk, Chelyaba is my den.
We drove past the court and the tax office, bombed with an unfamiliar "Who says?"
The matters were settled, we got up near the high house, we think "who is it?"
On the glass is our logo, there is a beautiful distant ahead, a lot of hunting.
Conclusions, reasons, benefits, troubles, people are like robots - here they are.
Dull gray stupid clones we call "bots".
Cell phone off, soda glass, maybe some quitters
But in any weather the people are crowded at the studio - rap to the stupor.
I love this moment, our city is smoking, I love this peak, this beat,
This view from the window - I do not need another, my beloved is happy next to me.
There is order at home, prosperity is normal and guys are always on hand.
We don't need someone else's country, we don't need someone else's sunset
The clouds are the same here and there ...
The clouds are the same here and there ...
The clouds are hanging, frozen, hiding us from the sun in this apartment.
It seems the city has fallen asleep, it seems the city has cooled down, but only in appearance.
The whole team is assembled, in rhythm, the doors are open at the entrance.
People at the entrance, people at the exit, in the hall at the hop, on the main dance floor
Old songs about the main things in their own way, the style is tough, the club is underground,
Bit like it was a basketball from the other end of the field (clean).
This is our homeland - Chelyaba, fuck.
On the roads I saw the region number in my city.
I smoke from the balcony of the house, the city is full of clones
On the roads, the convoy goes monotonously into the distance.
THC on mics, wait for the monologues, my nigga
How to survive in Paris, how to move blocks.
The clouds are the same here and there ...
The clouds are the same here and there ...
The clouds are the same here and there ...
The clouds are the same here and there ...
