КрасныйКремль, ЛОКАЛЬНАЯ ГРУППИРОВКА - Почерк
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Everything ready to come is somehow pathetic
Angrily expensive yes no everything is simple and strict
I tied knots on the parallels of life
My handwriting is recognized by the district for sure
The routine of bustle will put the engine to rest
We place a shot in the center of the chances on the cue ball
Our team is a stomper, as my stepfather says
And the Kremlin is respected for its deeds because we don’t stick around
The damage was caused by the grandmother who died of cancer
And the sidekick thinks he lost his marriage because of her
A hungry dog will always find a bone
If I fed him more often, maybe it would have grown together.
Come on, come on, it's so easy to leave habits
Laws of the jungle, everything is normal these days
Familiar landscapes: bricks and cobwebs
Don't miss the moment life flies by quickly
The years fly by so quickly, the third decade has changed
And when I was a kid, I thought that adults were telling us bullshit.
Like, when you grow up, you’ll understand, it really pissed me off
I grew up and understood everything, where can I find strength now?
So as not to see gray days and these dead souls
So as not to see how people are ruined by alcoholism and dope
We still have a lot of dope as before, we need a beat
A lot of stupidity in my head, what were you thinking like ahh
Mike Local and Moscow, how do you like this situation?
If there is a four on the bat there are no cards in the deck
The father stayed in the apartment blaming everything on the cat
Show me someone who is not ruined by drugs
Some apply damage and others use tourniquets
Some people need everything at once, but what do you want?
I stood in front of the mirror asking him a question
But silence in response and in my head, come on
And you haven’t heard this style, just look around
These areas will tighten up in a moment, but they're all fucked up
And this sound is straight from the entrance, you drag it here for everyone
The gang burst into laughter, this is the underground man
Even in the twenty-third I did not stop falling
Since childhood, I knew everything that life would show me
We used to be wildly hooligans, but now it’s a family movement
Pulled the sucker out behind the arch just as the benzies started up
Here's a scene from GTA
I nervously smoked on the sidelines, there were hip-hop explosions and bongs
I've been in this funnel for a long time, echoes from the scoop
Slightly standing factories in duct tape, all forests
Deprived of freedom since childhood
And I watch how my youth runs away somewhere
And we are still in the same house
Why would you hear our desks here?
Why would you hear our desks here?
These are not your states
There are no avenues here, native land
Streets, avenues, leather jackets and purses
Whatever happens, we will remember our ancestors
Strength is in simplicity and in truth and in devoted brothers
I hope someday we will jump into a rolled-up parade
All this is more than just labor
Our whole road is a vicious circle
We don't swim breaststroke, we swim butterfly
Our artifacts make our people shine
If you hit one point you can break through it
This is LocalBand and the Kremlin bitch is going to beat
We dug up our talent as archaeologists
We look confident like in McConaughey's TV
And how long we have left only God knows
The main thing is not to put your hands behind your back, but rather to the ceiling