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Don Lee, whether flowing Volga - knapsack on his shoulder,
Chest pain - there taynichok open crowbar, not the key.
How many more miles? The flight was short does not count,
The long, dusty Sanchez, a van packed with boxes merchom.

We believe - lucky, our portable bed.
Minstrel two ways - corporate or appartment.
scheme of the same type - are all now MC,
After all, change the breed, we here have achieved a paradigm shift.

Now rap multiparty, Battle spawn,
I look in the mirror of the type "What troubles you bloat!"
I used enslaved the whole rap, but all the time on the road,
In industry tic - valokordin stenokardiynym

Collect the court, but the winners are not judged.
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we were beat out in people.
Do not bullshit me, I put to you, servants, five-fold,
After all, we act much like the jaw of Pithecanthropus.

My whole rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Already that year in that city under the sole.
In the mountain when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I'm not that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole.
City beneath the sole, the city under the sole,
Traffic lights, state taxes, fees and customs.
I do not know, or wade in the bottom of that track,
You live under the heel, my town under the sole.

By poplars and fields of ripe corn,
Where ghost Esenina Cross prayer, firs
From minivan see the ground, I see the sky above it
We will overcome all, if not, then I do not smoke detector

Our land drowns singles like puppies,
I was a stranger, but the guard, Porchy, Ilya - more than a family.
Bomb night composing, that is urine stuffed,
I wanted to belong to something larger than myself.

The world is empty, at least every second got acquainted,
I do not biorobot with positive lyboy Komsomolets.
Hey, save me from your panacea, home Paracelsus,
After ebashit for me - an end in itself.

Tired - we do not care, Tony Stark as standard,
Couple country highway Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad.
Passport - there Estrada snapped,
Though on the Ring Road at the start, even for Madagascar!

You know: my whole rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Already that year in that city under the sole.
In the mountain when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I'm not that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole.
City beneath the sole, the city under the sole,
Traffic lights, state taxes, fees and customs.
I do not know, or wade in the bottom of that track,
You live under the heel, my town under the sole.

Give silenok here is not to turn and do not break down; there is a route
And there on the track location and waiting for us there today.
Whiner, do not be feminine,
Ruslan soundtracks in the deck for the trip.

Again eblo sleepy, rise again before dark,
Again Armor, the road again, the bag behind his back.
All hastily, in the shit, rain, overcast
Bridge to Asgard after just let luck with transport

I make each of his verse self-portrait,
Often h-rap as a speech therapist at marafet.
Stencil on the parapets, the logo on the wall,
Everywhere my teaching everyone how Mohammed with Baphomet.

I'm a star? Give a warm blanket and a hood,
Napkins - ass wipe, and all the mark of "good".
They used to say: "I would be with him in intelligence did not go" -
I'm with you on the road did not go, you did not pass the test.

Homie, know this: my rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Already that year in that city under the sole.
In the mountain when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I'm not that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole.
City beneath the sole, the city under the sole,
Traffic lights, state taxes, fees and customs.
I do not know, or wade in the bottom of that track,
You live under the heel, my town under the sole