Ка-тет feat. Oxxxymiron - Машина Прогресса
текст песни

Here it is, environmentally friendly electro-mobile - go
Spit poison into someone like a cobra
In the epicenter of traffic jams - to hell
Let the road go beyond the horizon
Rushed asphalt under the wheels
Here everywhere so much chrome, although it is not compute
I went to overtaking
Broke into Russian rap - it's Karmageddon
Here again on the bits square sage
Or round fool crushed by wheel
Carry your nonsense, leave for shit
It causes laughter
Here so much mts on the bottom, they drowned everything -
Squared squares
Here yourself put sticks in the wheels
Has become on the spot their progress
We set fire to the hall, as if it is practicing Pyfanese
We are trying to trim, grind iron
Somewhere hiding the abyss
Smiling to gentle, but, how do we show experience
All this is useful
Let neon light of the cities attack my eye crashes
I do not hurry, let the traffic light be agreed in red, like Mars
Oh yeah, your rap is a liner mixture -
Lying policeman understated pelvis
I am waiting ahead of the extension scheme of the rolled tracks
And they became beats, harmless
Other filled with sweaty bits
No, among these I do not, among the text
We breathe deeply - this is a rusty rarity
Scheme in my head, and I cook a new text
In order to read it as if united the demon
I fly on a bit, you are making like grandfather
Tell me "You are not tired to invent a bike?"

Progress Machine, Progress Machine
Let's look soberly, honestly
You rhymes like a locksmith
It's a frozo i'm a broach
Hear it is so smiling you
Buy yourself iron, compressor
Place all press, orchestra -
You still laugh
Progress Machine, Progress Machine
Let's look soberly, honestly
You rhymes like a locksmith
It's a frozo i'm a broach
Hear it you smiles the abyss
Buy yourself iron, compressor
Place all press, orchestra -
You still laugh

I can hide from the view in the forest or to endure the release numbers
Go to the monastery, sew your mouth
Change the name, assure Igila activist
To get into touch, albeit in the list of killed
After 40 years of wrapping in the desert
But take all voting on the network -
My motto is the return of the prodigal fuss
How so? They whisper whether there is a secret pact
But those who see the Haip everywhere are not capable
Understand the elementary fact
What am I, he - we are not just ms
We are fanatical autodidakty
Self-critical equilibrists
Perfectionists from rhythm and tact,
This is a competent Flea, and yours
Need an autoradacitor, auto-corrector
After Effect, corrected text
Or secret co-author, mon cher
You are not a cheermer in the soul
What are you climbing with him to Battles?
Kohl Grahim is Rome
You are an art director of the tavern
We are architects of amphitheators
Not, bro, I, of course, are wildly glad that
Across nine years here look like
Experiments, without pitching my mentality
Vividly cut out our house
Schizzord all, decided on the layer
Forgetting that this is just a game of words
They are passengers in the Machine of Progress
Guy, I'm driving, we are alive!
Chekny how many years here
So long do not live, honestly
When Ghetts threw Momentum
I ripped on the bits - this is a sacred malice
But time went, you stood on the spot
CEO or Ambassador with Olympic
Fuck, I stayed by MS, Bitch, and you stayed!

Progress Machine, Progress Machine
Let's look soberly, honestly
You wish you like a locksmith
It's a frozo i'm a broach
Hear it you smiles the abyss
Buy yourself iron, compressor
Place all press, orchestra -
You still laugh
Progress Machine, Progress Machine
Let's look soberly, honestly
You rhymes like a locksmith
It's a frozo i'm a broach
Hear it you smiles the abyss
Buy yourself iron, compressor
Place all press, orchestra -
You still laugh