Плохие Белые feat. Влади - Сибирь - Ростов
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The caste is here... yeah, ah, the caste is here, three, four, yo
We gather at the apartment, wasting time
We record on Windows, we don't pay studios
The software that's being pirated is enough for now
After all, we'll also be pirated in some warehouse
Although we went to Kharkov
And there, forgive me, where the fuck are you going to buy our CDs, no matter how hard you try
But nevertheless, our performance at the festival
We were greeted so enthusiastically that we were shocked
The guys had third-hand copies, worn to holes
The quality is dead, both our tapes
And it's not noise for them, and they don't need Dolby
When it comes to true hip-hop
Yeah, what can you say, if in Siberia, far beyond the Urals
Where -30 is just the beginning
There are people who will definitely achieve great things in this field
I can't answer, but I believe
Strictly white, probably bad
They're needed here The kind that make rap in Russia
Read it for the bros, stoned or drunk
Take balm for your soul, stitch up the wound
This track is being released on Respect Production
The process is set up, but what about
My name is Vladi, did you think differently?
Shaking hands with the Bad Whites - first and second
Here we are in position, check your rear
Bad Whites and Caste are joining forces
... knocking you down, there's no turning back, the trigger is pulled
Look for answers between the lines, the blow is blocked
Open your eyes, turn on your brain, pull yourself together
Hip-hop is knocking on your door, better open it, keep the lock
We can't be stopped, it's like a torrent of water
The thickness of concrete blocks won't save you
Word by word, seized by the idea of ​​brotherhood
Siberian Alliance and United Caste
Together, on one track
In a single aspiration, hip-hop forever
A fusion of currents, a unification of ideas
A meeting of two poles: Russian Chicago and Siberian Marseille
A small town squeezed between two rivers
To the real people of Russia, we dedicate this track
Hey, city of Rostov - port Five seas
We'll definitely drink vodka with you to our people
Let the meaning of our words, like the traces of sniper bullets,
Bring the cities of Russia to fame, like the Beatles brought Liverpool
Each line will echo in your souls
With the art of rhyme, born with every breath
With the beat of our hearts, with every moment of life
With a new century, with every word, with every person
Here, at the heights, the Bad and the United
We emerge from every battle undefeated
From the rhyme of the beat, with the support of our boys
Together, we are building the new Siberia-Rostov bridge
Contact is established, everything is connected, the signal is ready
It's time to show everyone the power of words
Thousands and hundreds of kilometers are no obstacle
Voices can be heard over the internet without loss of quality
We started out like everyone else, to the sound of a cassette tape
Now we are together on the rap net
To the world around us, we will never We didn't give in
We didn't part with our beloved style, to the envy of our enemies
We are all connected by invisible threads
A vow of allegiance to style, like stones in our memory
We are constantly searching, honing our skills
We don't grab stars from the sky, we don't seek easy fame
A syllable fits into a beat, like a stone in an expensive setting
We take only what we consider rightfully ours
We bring you nuggets of rhymed speech from the streets
Words are inescapable, like a volley of buckshot
Our respect to fans of the Russian word
We remain steadfast in our aspirations
we weave intricate patterns from lyricism and beat
And we gaze upon your Siberian expanses