Ка-тет - Машина Прогресса
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Environmentally friendly electric car - go!
Spit with poison in someone like a cobra.
In the epicenter of traffic jams - to hell!

Let the road go
Outside the horizon, the contour is thinner.
Asphalt is thrown under the wheels
There are so many lame everywhere,
Although this is not a computer!

I went to overtake
He burst into the Russian rap - this is Karmageddon.
Here again on the bits are a square sage
Or round fool crowned

Carries his nonsense, leaving at shit -
This causes laughter
There is so much MC at the bottom, they drowned everything -
The squares of water parted.

Here they put their own sticks in wheels,
Their progress machine stood in place.
We set fire to the hall, as if it are -
Pyrique practice!

They try to cut us, gnashing iron
Somewhere the abyss is hiding.
The mediocrity smiles, but, as experience shows us -
All this is useful (gas!)

Let the neon light of cities
Attacks my eyes.
I am not in a hurry, let the traffic lights
Agnis Red as Mars.

Oh yes, your rap is a fierce mixture -
Steep policeman, underestimated basin (gas!)
A ramified scheme awaits me ahead
Unlucky tracks!

And they became beaten, harmless
Others with well -fed, with weighty bits for the advantage!
No, I am not among these, among the text.
We breathe dusty - this is a rusty rarity.

Scheme in my head, and I am preparing a new text
In order to read out as if a demon had become interspersed.
I'm flying on a bit, you hobble like a grandfather.
Tell me "Are you tired of inventing a bike?"

Progress machine! Progress machine!
Let's look soberly, honestly - you will rhyme like a locksmith!
This is vile, I disdain! You hear, the abyss smiles so for you.
Buy yourself iron, compressor. Place, the entire press, orchestra -
You are still a mediocrity!

Progress machine! Progress machine!
Let's look soberly, honestly - you rhyme like a locksmith!
This is vile, I disdain! You hear, the abyss smiles so for you.
Buy iron, compressor, place, the entire press, orchestra -
You are still a mediocrity!

I can escape from sight -
To the forest or transfer the numbers of the release.
Go to the monastery, sew your mouth,
Change the name, pretend to be an activist of ISIS.

Get in touch, albeit in the list of the dead.
After forty years of wandering in the desert.
But take all the votes on the network -
My motto is the return of the prodigal Jew!

How so?
They whisper, is there a secret pact?
But those who see hype everywhere,
Unable to understand the elementary fact -

What am I, he- we are not just MS
We are fanatical autodidacts,
Self -critical equilibrists,
Perfectionists from rhythm and tact!

Wow!

This is a competent flow, and your
Need an autocodator, auto -corrector;
After Affect, corrected text
Or secret co -author, mon cher -

You are not a grain in the soul.
Why are you climbing on the battles with him?
Kohl Graime is Rome:
You are the art director of the tavern;
We are architects of amphitheaters!

No, bro, I, of course, are wildly glad that
Nine years later, look here.
Experiments without teaching my mentality
Vividly overwhelmed our house.

They tucked everything, decided to scrape.
After forgetting that this is only a play of words.
They are passengers in the progress machine.
Man, I'm driving, we are alive!

Checkie how many years are here.
They don’t live so long, honestly.
When Ghetts dropped Momentum.
I tore on the bits - this is sacred anger -

But time passed, you stood still.
CEO or Ambassador with Olympic.
Fuck, I remained MS, Beach,
And you remained by yourself!

[Chorus]:
Progress machine! Progress machine!
Let's look soberly, honestly - you rhyme like a locksmith!
This is vile, I disdain! You hear, the abyss smiles so for you.
Buy yourself iron, compressor. Place, the entire press, orchestra -
You are still a mediocrity!

Progress machine! Progress machine!
Let's look soberly, honestly - you rhyme like a locksmith!
This is vile, I disdain! You hear, the abyss smiles so for you.
Buy yourself iron, compressor. Place, the entire press, orchestra -
You are still a mediocrity!