Текст песни Oxxxymiron - Oxxxymiron - Больше Бена

And so every single day:
More money, more affairs, more virgins, more demons ...
But how not to get out of the skin -
Same sky, same creed, more Ben, Porchy gave a demo ...
It looks like a fuck to us here:
Thicker snow, thinner walls, more arrows, dampens decadence ...
And so every single day:
More money, more business, more virgins, more demons ...

[Verse 1: Oxxxymiron]
How was it before? War logic:
We or they. Here are strangers, here are yours
The fronts are divided
Everything is simple, crystal clear
All that happened yesterday was a kindergarten and a nursery. Not now
After all, the further, the more fucking subtexts
It became cramped on both shoulder blades in the sandbox
Here it is, each box has a double bottom
Each house has a back door and a secret door to the dressing table.
Power is gears under rhinoplasty
Fingers on the joystick and you're already a part of it
And then, how do you subtly troll
Either a drug cartel or drug control
And the maidens are watching with the eye of Yoko Ono
A cocoon of curls, braiding like a Laocoon
Hundreds of puzzles, what is Mordor - Shir,
All around there are shape-shifting Sudoku ...

[Hook: Oxxxymiron]
And so every single day:
More money, more affairs, more virgins, more demons ...
But how not to get out of the skin:
Also heaven, also a credo, more Ben, Porchy gave a demo ...
It looks like it to us here:
The snow is thicker, the walls are thinner, more arrows, deadens decadence ...
And so every single day:
More money, more business, more virgins, more demons ...

[Verse 2: Ocher]
What do you see behind my grimace
Behind the makeup, hood, black and white mask
For a pseudonym, for a mime, for a meme
Back-MS, indistinguishable from the gray mass?
Or crooked grin out of nowhere
In search of raw materials sharpening 32 teeth on you
The woeful smile of being, the grin of Augur
The machinations of the Cheshire vagabond from ear to ear
Yeah, it's all me, inquisitive offspring
Yeah, I'm a character, a collective image
Yeah, and you subconsciously created me
Enough with you, now I'm my own monster!
GUARD - a rare bird, like the god Ra
As accurate as the tradition of Bohr
And I am a child of primordial chaos
This fausto-like world is my phallus!

[Hook: Oxxxymiron]
And so every single day:
More money, more affairs, more virgins, more demons ...
But how not to get out of the skin:
The same sky, also a credo, more Ben, Porchy gave a demo ...
It looks like it to us here:
The snow is thicker, the walls are thinner, more arrows, deadens decadence ...
And so every single day:
More money, more business, more virgins, more demons ...

[Verse 3: Oxxxymiron]
Glory to the hero, gold mountains to the thief
Conservatives - Same-Sex Marriage and Naked Breakfast
And I would only use a healer, 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 as barons and vassals of Belshazzar
You will be allowed on blue lard
All Caudle overboard, I'm not Europe with NATO
But the fifth year that I lead Russian hip-hop west
They said to hold the inheritance, but I, in what my mother gave birth
I manage to fuck up the Cadillac
Read in it by Alexander Dumas
Leave as if nothing had happened and say: "How are you?"
Thomas whine out of disbelief
Fuck your labels: we are building an empire from scratch and forever
While Fenrir's sky is off the leash
Will not lower, bringing down the luminary, like stucco from the ceiling