Текст песни CENTR ft. Каспийский Груз - Гудини 2015

[SLIM]:
Time flows between station lights
And we will appear and disappear somewhere again.
A lyre of alleys, heliks and Kruzak.
Stomped to the tops of the tops from the swamp of the bottoms.

While someone is enraged by the timbre of our voices -
We are being pirated like Microsoft products.
All these groups are tired, like a pair of white sneakers.
Rap - is gonna hate, i know - stopudovo.

You make dirt, we hits like Cool.
Someone will be washed away from here, like dirt from a windshield.
Here gravity is a craving for money.
Everything will be * for sure!

I’ve been logged in to this web for a long time,
Like Harry Houdini, and magic tricks in underpants.
And here the focus is special - a double charge.
CENTR and the Caspian Cargo - Green Theater.

[Caspian Cargo]:
We are all leaves of one branch.
All the same kids from the school Venetia.
We don’t throw the back when they aim at us.
We are wondering if he is apt or not apt.

Hello, hear, let's meet at Crocus.
And better without tricks.
Not if you like magic tricks, then patience.
We will show you the focal point with extinction.

Call yourself Harry Houdini when you are sawn in the middle.
And if you can’t get together, call yourself a fucking Houdini.
And we need five microphones for people to gather on July 3rd.
This theater will be greener and greener.

Which, * la Houdini,
Houdini didn’t take the tusk from the boys.
And you saved up half a life on Ford, is that the trick here, huh?
Woke up - he is not in place, what is not the trick, huh?
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I later go to heaven, I go to God myself.
A lifeguard for himself, not Osama himself.
Bin Laden, oh, fucking, quit, come on.
Not for the first time such negligence from those in bathrobes.

Darned somehow not neatly.
Hello, have you ordered life? Do you need home delivery?
They’ll bring them late, not on time, but you are not happy.
Because in the example, life, and life, * la - marriage.

[Bird]:
This city is my city with Luce Bee.
In traffic jams years run, from advertising ripples.
Dries from the exhaust, smells of tramps.
And for days it presses on the ego, infuriates with habits.

Pipes are dripping with cooking - people are everywhere.
And rude, so stupid - ham on every corner.
So in the world they see Moscow, but everything is different ...
In essence: people live here, creatures - mostly people.

They laugh, cry - otherwise nothing.
We breathe, we see, and the rest is nothing.
There are temples here, but I'm not a walker there.
Temples stand - collect from the faith dues.

They pray to Allah to avoid the Qur'an.
Moms walk with gold goes a caravan.
Dogs bark, but they’re awkward for dogs.
The sun is falling on a new soot 2-2-2, check it out!

Smoke flies, hands in glue.
Guys hang a banner on it - warm July.
Third shadow, year 2015. Here: CENTR, Caspian -
There is reason to get together.

[GUF]:
To stir me up - you need a non-fake shake.
At least something like that - a winter history with Krasnoyarsk.
Lately, I haven’t really moved around rap.
He solved his problems and released only a joint with Rigos.

I was silent for a couple of years, I could quietly be silent five.
I relate to Russian rap as well as to water polo.
Without wiping my white sneakers, I jump into the black car.
You would only know how absurd your whole office looks.

Here I represent a city that should clean up.
And very soon I invite you all to visit the Green Theater.
CENTR and Caspian Cargo on seven hills.
We will be with the boys, plus a huge crowd.

After all, everything had to turn out differently for me.
I’d live in China now, I would have boarded up grandmas.
But this rapper brings good luck
When shakes from passing wheelbarrows.

[Bird]:
This is unthinkable - it's just like a day!
The sun will go to sunset, the day will fall on the asphalt.
Music, we need good, punchy and rap - turns, words.
Smoke and grass, smoke and grass, smoke, smoke, smoke and grass.
Smoke and firewood.