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Karan!
Well then? Shall we begin?
They wanted me dead, but I didn't.
They wanted me poor, but I lend them money.
They motivated me with this, and here it is!
I'm marching towards my victory, and you know who!
Yes, you know who.
Who-who-who-who-who.
Yes, you know who!
Who-who-who-who-who.
Yes, you know who!
Who-who-who-who-who.
Yes, you know who!
I'm marching towards my victory, and you know who!
I take steps but I don't hear them, as if
Sneakers on top of sneakers, call me changed
To those who are trending again, but now I swear
That I haven't changed a bit, you just got a taste
My rap is hackwork—I write without composing
I've done so much, as if someone is catching up
Mountains of lyrics like banknotes, I need a counting machine
This life isn't enough, where can I get a new one?
They tell me I stole a syllable from a VKontakte status somewhere
But that's what VKontakte statuses make out of my lines
Years in business like Snoop Dogg, not distracted by all those
Who shouts, "Not a bad start," was just the warm-up!
You don't know how I spent last year, when I disappeared, but
A new apartment, new clothes, and a new house know
To those who whine about where the money comes from, I don't have a ruble, do I? I advise you to close social media and take charge of yourself.
They wanted me dead, but I didn't.
They wanted me poor, but I'm lending them money.
They motivated me with this, and here it is!
I'm marching toward my victory, you know who!
You know who!
Who-who-who-who-who
You know who!
Who-who-who-who-who
You know who!
Who-who-who-who-who
You know who!
You know who!
I'm marching toward my victory, you know who!
I don't know who's top right now, who's number one right now.
I entered this game when I was passing by.
As Tsoi would say, having lived to see these wonderful days.
Rap is for the young and a cure for acne.
I'm as out of place as someone without a mask in a hospital during quarantine.
Karan, an eternal teenager, call me Karan Teen.
And in this sandbox of children, where I ended up.
I became inconvenient, no matter how you look at it, with the question "Whose Crimea is it?"
Sweat covered my face because I'm a workaholic.
They're laying out the red carpet so the blood wouldn't be visible.
They spent so long explaining to me about the idea in a common cause.
But the phrase "no money" sounds shorter and more honest.
I'm not in the bank, God forbid, I didn't come to collect my money.
Not to top up someone's account with easy rubles.
I've poured my blood, soul, and sweat into all of this.
Just like that, just because it's hot.
They wanted me dead—but I didn't. Died
They wanted me to be poor, so I lend them money
They motivated me with this, and here's the result!
I'm going to my victory, you know who!
You know who
Who-who-who-who-who
You know who!
Who-who-who-who-who
You know who!
Who-who-who-who-who
You know who!
Who-who-who-who-who
You know who!
I'm going to my victory, you know who!