ОУ74 С головы - С головы
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Those that will be discussed, roam in the dark,
While Big Bro blinks an eye nervously.
It turns out so if you move evenly and confidently,
Then there will be a result, so
This is Tankograd Underground, brother
We will clean up, and no one will tell us enough
This style A.K.A. ... I look ahead
And behind me, if that is a healthy one

Life, brews so that we are well banging
In response, let's say Nishtyak and continue to live on
Once the soul sings, then let's make a brother louder
Let us hear us there, let them know that we want
Silence is gold, but the word can be invaluable
MS gives gifts to everyone who approached the stage
Like a snowball, people gathered a carpentry
With them in unison, we stand here, breathe fresh hip-hop

Fucking yourself! Let's fuck in Miass according to classics
Paint the air with a jamb in gray
We breathe a flame at the holiday, like a bee on an apiary
Both yesterday, and today, the sky is poured (?) Go to us
Big, on the right is black
Under Lechin beat for life, what year? 74th
- Che?
Hip-hop Epta was born so that someone could do
To make life beautifully, falling into notes

Her atmosphere in the talus magic
When we are in some club, swing in quantity
I already understood, my friend, probably how many personalities
Tankograd Underground, here is a street style
Like dancers on their heads, like parameters on the wall
I make a couple of patterns on a white sheet, a pause on a bit
Here are those who, along the dark, piles on their foot
Or rolls on a dark window with a bag in the trunk

What will the lines of your palm say?
I see windows or you in a cold house
I see curtains, you click the channels
Already an hour absorbed in the screen
Light goes out, voice in darkness
Slowly whispers in the ear and calls you to him
The lights flash, an hour, a minute fly
And you come to your senses, standing in the crowd by the club
You take something from the bar, look, you're inside
They breathe fumes there, lights shine brightly
Understand, this is your extreme point
You will learn about me a little later, under Sner and Barrel

Momento Mori, Knee, Brother
Draws a hat so that a hat will fly off his head
On the bits poured with good, hammers with me
Thoughts without huts will be engraved
For centuries, it is like from dynamics music
... players and clowness playing
Strongly stunningly on parachute are covered in slings
And we will land us somewhere in the area of ​​the crowd