Ка тет feat. Horus - Ересь
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I closed my eyes again with sluggish eyelids.
Ru.rap has been captured by cripples!
This compost of a foreign culture is visible everywhere.
I have practically no one to listen to.

I fall asleep again under their nonsense, because the bed is soft here.
All their work is a “Minstrel show!”
All they can do is
This causes shock among the most narrow-minded.

But what to expect? There's a new sound!
That's style, friend! I break the bonds of savage taboos!
Someone’s bone dogmas have been trampled into the ground by me.

After all, it’s nonsense everywhere! Ugh!
It's already daylight, - they have morning in their mouths.
Russian rap is a corpse from which I made a trampoline -
It's easier than finding a fire in hell!

I don't care where the herd looks.
The herd eats what they give.
He obediently climbs into the clamp again.
After all, the grass tastes better where the whip shows them!

Not for me under the diamond crumble of stars,
In the gray slush of everyday life, drowning without a goal!
Nearby is the mill of time.
Waiting to be ground into bone meal.

Not the first violin of the orchestra.
The game is going on despite the conductors!
I am not a slave to the situation. Do you hear?
Therefore, it is forced to grow like a dollar.

Mordor is all around. I'm as angry as Morgoth.
Yes, but with a gut for art, like the Noldor!
The goal is rolled mountains, among these -
Eternally well-fed MCs! I'm a hungry glutton!

So, I appreciate that an expert treats!
You're not Morgan Freeman, I don't need your advice.
To hell with the pillory of these public opinions.
Keep your nonsense to yourself!

Brrr! Your nonsense! Your nonsense!
Everyone carries their own cross. Leave my choice to me.
The studio is a crypt, I carry my skeleton there.
Close on my heels, time-eater!

Here, life flies by - it's a string of things to do.
Sport is thriving - running away from problems.
Actions will not overtake thoughts, therefore
I will throw out everything I wanted into the Mike.

I'm shamanizing on the block, again on the block -
Where the evil one, like Loki, roams.
Different feet trample the same roads.
Again, different feet trample the same roads.

Everything they say is Heresy! A trained eye sees - Heresy!
Chorus of voices out of place - Heresy! Shut up! I'm tired of you!
Everything they say is Heresy! A trained eye sees - Heresy!
Chorus of voices out of place - Heresy! Shut up! I'm tired of you!

There are so many different opinions, but most of them passed by.
I'm kinder than a Panda and calmer than a Koala on ketamine.
Life is a pantomime that is full of absurdity, from the cradle to the wake.
How I hesitated, bitch, the endless pursuit of dopamine.

I'm walking through these potholes like I'm walking through mines. Besides the weather, we are tormented by melancholy.
My head began to smoke from my thoughts, and there was no help here: neither grass nor “horse meat.”
Yes, I didn’t stay anonymous for long, but I didn’t need anything: no hooves, no halos.
My craft is to diligently string beads of words as if on a thread.

Every critic and almost an expert! And wherever you spit, there is an esthete everywhere.
But I will do it as I want, as old Alistair taught me.
What do I care about the cries of the crowd, pharaohs, idols, chimeras, leaders and priests?
The absurd performance will be interrupted by a falling curtain made of darkness.

Yes, you may not hear this often. It may be cynical, but it is honest.
And somewhere a grassy area is waiting for you to find your place.
Replenishing the ranks of worm-eaten bodies fertilizing the earth,
I don’t know about you, but I would regret not doing what I wanted.

Everything they say is Heresy! A trained eye sees - Heresy!
Chorus of voices out of place - Heresy! Shut up! I'm tired of you!
Everything they say is Heresy! A trained eye sees - Heresy!
Chorus of voices out of place - Heresy! Shut up! I'm tired of you!