Текст песни Akrim - 4К

I never solved problems in school; I just waited for class to end.
I skipped my college lectures; my beat-up Lada sat low to the ground.
I had no cash of my own—just my older brother’s Land Cruiser.
Out in the blizzard, a Lada Five-series is parked; the boys are hassling someone.
The windows are tinted dark—behind that film, we’re out of sight.
All you can see is the glowing ember of a cigarette and a bottle.
I’m gonna drop a rap verse now, brothers—show some love, give me a fist-bump.
My style is 4K resolution, and this beat is absolutely killer.
Time flew by fast; I grew up on the underground scene.
That old school in the Urals—the very place where I sat at a desk.
I messaged Cactus privately: "Bro, I want to do a collab with you guys."
"We only record with our close circle," that’s what Lyokha told me.
"Alright then, I’ll wait—maybe someday I’ll be famous."
Or at the very least, just famous enough that people actually listen to my beats.
We’ll throw a "peace be with you" to the boys in the neighborhood.
Hold up, my cell phone’s ringing... nah, screw it—they’ll call back later.
I used to be absolutely blown away by that "Berezovsky Automatic" sound...
...back when Cheka and Vitya AK were blasting through the car speakers.
Bro, listen up—this is authentic underground rap.
Out here in the Urals, we spit pure, unadulterated hip-hop.
I used to be absolutely blown away by that "Berezovsky Automatic" sound...
...back when Cheka and Vitya AK were blasting through the car speakers.
Bro, listen up—this is authentic underground rap.
Out here in the Urals, we spit pure, unadulterated hip-hop.
I still remember the sound quality on my old Motorola E398.
AK-47 is banging hard—we don't ask for anything more.
Up there in the heavens, autumn is setting in for the gods.
It’s "Big City Life," and the subwoofer in my Lada Six-series is absolutely thumping.
The car cabin is thick with smoke—pass the joint over here.
Ponfil claims he doesn't smoke... yeah right, he’s just messing around.
The guys riding with us? They’re the crew from my old neighborhood courtyard.
We used to blast our rap music even through those old home stereo speakers.
Man, look at that—how the times have changed.
Some folks moved far away... Some folks here are still hanging around.
It’s the Ryabkov district—sending my greetings to the homies.
The dorms are still standing right where they were; the residents are living life on the edge.
I’m not exactly tall—somewhere around 1.8 meters.
I don’t smoke, yet somehow I’ve never managed to quit cigarettes.
Look, bro, how fast the time has flown by.
I’d love to go back, but there’s just no way to make that happen.
I used to be blown away by the Berezovsky sound system
Whenever Cheka and Vitya AK were blasting in the car.
Listen up, bro—this is pure, authentic underground.
Out here in the Urals, we’re laying down nothing but pure, authentic rap.
I used to be blown away by the Berezovsky sound system
Whenever Cheka and Vitya AK were blasting in the car.
Listen up, bro—this is pure, authentic underground.
Out here in the Urals, we’re laying down nothing but pure, authentic rap.