Текст песни The Chemodan Clan - фскн

Someone found himself, someone, like a boy scout, in search.
Let's name the names, I'll tell you who is who.
Headhunters used to pour mud on the forums
Who was there pissing on who type, who was there who fucked up.
They thought that this shit was important to someone.
Well, yes, a colleague on the shop floor, the fact, check out this shit.
They will start an argument, a flame, responses, criticism from screaming to coughing.
Having lost the cause and the effect of investigation, someone pissing at someone.
Again post to reply to post.
A dirty word falls on the head of a new guest.
And so, with unreasonable phrases
They hang a label on their brain, with a limit basis.
Flora and fauna are virtual for them.
For a guy like that, hell is a ban, which is pretty funny
That a couple of dumb heads could turn into an army of fakes.
Here they are - the hunters of the new century.

In a bounty hunt, they hunt you.
In a bounty hunt, they hunt you.
In a bounty hunt, they hunt you.
Bounty hunters, bounty hunters.

Here MC is like KRS-One, like Canibus, like Big Pun.
Like captains, we throw food at the stern with words.
Broke shutters on steel walls in old buildings
And they began to explode with rhymes, with a timer, time after time.
Lumps, stones over the brains on the tatami.
Three verse'a together in a bounty hunt.
The flame melts memory, burns styles in secret, become half tones.
Now give me drugs and diamonds for my lady.
After all, there is a thread of text, it is necessary to twist the topic closely.
Fresh solo for Dest, Nervniy with Dee on the spot.
Pam-pam on the pillars, the ball has come.
Brother for brother in battle is bombed with bats from Bard.
That is dense in bright colors, like a Picasso painting.
That is clever for sharpening strokes with brushes of the native color.
Mass in masks, fingers in oil, lust for power
A soft eraser to your ears, like a band-aid strip.

In a bounty hunt, they hunt you.
In a bounty hunt, they hunt you.
In a bounty hunt, they hunt you.
Bounty hunters, bounty hunters.

For every dead, there are five living.
It's like cats against dogs, it's like a blow in the gut.
Here, dangerous predators are immediately turned into herbivores.
If we do something wrong, we will never say, "Well, okay!"
And, as before, fresh ignoramuses are trying to leave us without clothes.
Our paths are now adjacent, breathe more quietly.
We no longer hear you, but we release evil spirits from the basements.
Try to explain something to the wounded jackal in words.
Attempts to fill the cue ball with samples beaten on repeats.
How to fix a sheeckel with a stapler, it's not a sin for me to read under 2-step.
Desire to peel off masks with strokes of red paint.
Not so much sour as sweet, the same rates, in the hands of a stranglehold.
We have become steel hardened, how to put it right.
While you were reading, we turned from chili into curry.
Whether in a pair or in a three, we always keep strikes.
We are "Ikarus", you are an incident, I do not repent and do not stumble.
We are cannibals of our own style.
We put smiles with fangs, our secrets are fatal.
And the tulip is enough for you, the losers will fall from the katana.
You came with a crown, but in the end you lost even the epaulettes.

Uh yo corporal dance the cancan you got caught in the trap
Our plan is to be harder than titanium.
It's storytelling without morality, but I want you to know
That we have already been particularly fed up with such topics.