Текст песни CVRNVGE - Мода

[Introduction]:
Your mega smart hip-hap is not without the help of wikipedia
in real life - there is a dick, but you can't leave without wheels.
Whatever one may say, don't lie, going with them is a fucking hell,
maybe somewhere there is a paradise without the need for dick.

[Verse 1]:
Wrong country. I would leave, but shut up,
but they don't wait anywhere, and I continue to write.
I give more than I receive. In response - a portion of silence
or shit from the mouths of someone who is zero.
When suddenly the old world eats up from under your feet,
then let's see who you are. In the meantime, make yourself more comfortable.
... I see some boring vyser.
Well, come on fucking try to get the coolest
but you are now, smoothly harassed, but your ass is boiling,
but give you a chance - take almost everything into anal for the sake of the masses,
fuck you. My music is a protest even against protests.
Fashion crap all rap.
Fuck, but you understand me too
cocksuckers will again fill the ether, I am in the middle of cold, darkness.
I send this whole world, but you know which one.
Nobody pokhuist until he is three meters underground.

[Chorus 2p]:
They fight for food, but I'd rather go overboard
with a load, a jump, and at least far.
There, under water, as calm as ever,
The phrase "fuck it all" is definitely not out of the question.

[Introduction]:
They think rap is my shit, but
watching their audio - no excuses.
... We have different possibilities
I - produce, you - reproduce, type.

[Verse 2]:
Fucking stuff doesn't define the end, think for yourself.
Fucking stuff makes you take the producer's end in your mouth.
You are, like, cool, super smart
dragging words through Google, fuck.
These fake singing MCs, hike
put together their penises in a coffin. AND
I have one question: where is the real hap bitch.
You buried in yourself, imposing trash on people.
Can't raise money in Russia on another? Yes, that's right.
... Sell yourself - justify your hopes.
Only fashion moves you, crowds of mediocre rats.
The rabble is rushing, but it's not worth a shit. They write,
Bitches, not knowing what they mean.
Worthless parodies of black. Rap is essentially
less and less distinct, against the background of vain attempts,
and to hell with them, because

[Chorus 2p]

[Verse 3]:
You make money on music by throwing trash. Glad,
would be if every such frame fucked nah
your truth. You are rotten, sho fucked
take off quickly and just as envy the end.
They became rich all of a sudden: everyone, as one, en masse
for schmal and bitches, and, by the way, as if in the 16th only
the main biomass of the followers,
learned to drum shitty nonsense to the tune.
Fuck being a hostage to the image when you yourself are against such a garbage.
Truth is scarier than Dawkins' speeches
to your religious ancestors, from speakers strapped to your head. But
I am not destined to be silent humbly.
When in the track "Midnight" he was sucking the image of God, then
I meant every second that you call that.
Well, of course, apart from me, because you know ...

[Chorus 2p]

[Completion]:
Don't have talent? You don't believe yourself.
He said "fucking" out of envy, and saved it to the cache.
By the way, what's left of your raging anger,
when mom doesn't pay for the Internet, but Vasya

[Chorus]