Intro
I'm going back from the city of quasimode
Into the lair of quasi-mod
They shout at me in full throat
You are our brother, where did you go?
Is it really not true
What did our freak circus feel like home to you?
Sit down over the table
You only sing with us. "
But I do not know the words
Chorus
We will remain forever a bas-relief on the rocks
Like dead presidents, dead presidents
Turning unsuccessful shots to ashes, meticulously and gradually I erased them from the filmstrip
I've always been emcie
Hone style with diapers
He didn’t pull out rhymes, but he scooped them up from the inside, digging into his chest
They are copying my songs now to the details. Oh, what am I to do, god, now?
But I understand perfectly that a product is not a product without factors
Replaced unbearably many directions and paths, classrooms and living rooms, cities and universities
To get out, but I see something mixed up ... Gulliver in the country of Gullivers
They completely forgot about those images and plans that warmed them at night in childhood.
They need to work early, because they don’t have an understanding that the weather doesn’t make a couple of coins in your pocket
I'm a rapper, even rap is a huge trash
My hairdo fucks them, my music doesn't fuck them
They know that on Twitter, but they don’t know about
That in his twenty has already broken off twice with his family
These lines will be sorted into epigraphs.
I'm tearing into this league
And we will remain forever a bas-relief on the rocks like Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt and Lincoln
Chorus (x2)
Putin will live forever
life flies like his car with a flashing light in the oncoming
judging by the vector this path is milky
we live fast and there’s nothing to be proud of
sometimes it’s scary to look into our eyes, because we are pure unread
bitch, you were in vain led by all these radiant speeches
don't trust anyone don't ask don't be afraid
problems knock the door off their feet they don’t ask to invite them to visit,
We beat our fists on the walls with rage, releasing steam, we test the strength of the bones
For all this, someone from heaven will forgive us later
shove instinct under the skin
My rap is fucked up so low
But I won’t even leave it in my thoughts
The place of action is the entrance to Presnya, I'm not local here, but they recognize me in the crowd - I dreamed about this from childhood
Lyrics squeeze them into the backs of chairs, the sound from the rooms where the walls are corroded by smoke and mold
I have a crown on me and my sight wildly infuriates them
Yesterday fucked depression, tomorrow brutally cheerful
I rip songs out of myself, torment Caesarean's blade
I’ll die, but I’ll stay, finally I'm retired
