Текст песни Oxxxymiron - Больше Бена

Chorus:
And so every single day: more money, more business, more virgins, more demons,
But don't get off your skin: the same sky, the same credo, more than Ben.
Damage demo gave.
We seem to be fucked up here - the snow is thicker, the walls are thinner, there are more arrows, it dampens decadence.

OXXXYMIRON
It used to be like: the logic of war is us or they.
Here are strangers, here are ours. The fronts are divided.
Everything is simple, crystal clear. Everything that happened yesterday was a kindergarten and a nursery.
Not now. After all, the further, the more fucking subtexts. On both shoulder blades, the sandbox became cramped.
Here it is: each casket has a double bottom, each house has a back entrance, and a secret door to the pier glass.
Power is the gears under rhinoplasty. Fingers on the joystick and you're already a part of it.
And then, no matter how subtle you are,
There is either a drug cartel, or drug control.
And the maidens watch with the eye of Yoko Ono, a cocoon of curls, braiding like Laocoon.
Hundreds of puzzles. What kind of Mordor is that, Shir?
All around there are shape-shifting Sudoku.

Chorus:
And so every single day: more money, more business, more virgins, more demons,
But don't get out of your skin: the same sky, the same credo, more than Ben.
Damage to the demo gave.
We seem to be fucked up here - the snow is thicker, the walls are thinner, there are more arrows, it dampens decadence.

OXPA
What do you see behind my grimace?
Make-up, hood, black and white mask?
Behind a pseudonym, behind a mime, behind a back-MC meme indistinguishable from the gray mass?
Or a crooked grin out of nowhere, in search of raw materials, sharpening 32 teeth at you.
The woeful smile of being, the smirk of the obkur, the machinations of the Cheshire tramp from ear to ear?
Yes, all this is me, an inquisitive offspring.
Yes, I'm a character, a collective image.
Yes, and you subconsciously created me
Enough with you - now I'm my own monster.
Ocher is a rare bird, like the god Ra.
As accurate as tradition (?)
And I am a child of primordial chaos, and this Faust-like world is my phalos

Chorus:
And so every single day: more money, more business, more virgins, more demons,
But don't get off your skin: the same sky, the same credo, more than Ben.
Damage demo gave.
We seem to be fucked up here - the snow is thicker, the walls are thinner, there are more arrows, it dampens decadence.

OXXXYMIRON
Glory to the hero, mountains of gold to the thief,
Conservatives - gay marriage and naked breakfast
And I would only have a medicine man. There were doctors, but something sticks out of the back
I am either an angel or a brontosaurus.
We're in the throne rooms.
But, like the barons and vassals of Belshazzar, you will be allowed to eat blue lard.
All the Caudle overboard
I am not Europe with NATO, but for the fifth year I have been leading Russian hip-hop to the West.
They said to hold the bit, but I, in what my mother gave birth, manage to break up the Cadillac,
After reading it by Alexander Dumas.
Exit, as if nothing had happened, and say: "How are you?"
Let Thomas whine from unbelief.
Fuck me your labels? - we are building an empire from scratch and for centuries.
Until the sky of Fenrir from the leash will not lower, bringing down the luminaries like stucco from the ceiling.