Проект Фагло, Оу 74 - Масоны и иллюминаты
текст песни

You carry nonsense in the ear nanyanahui
About Masons and Illuminati, enemies of state structures
You are still sure that the boss is upstairs
Interesting mushroom dried in the mouth, brother
Northern snow, Moscow scanke, eternal laughter, mass effect
We entered your skull block
Raise two middle fingers up
Copes do not understand the Floo, does not change the floor
This is an absolute evil - everything that does not fall into the background
The bottom does not see us, slaves who do not get to the throne
Ready to spend on yourself the last cartridge
Your son takes your credit debt
The gums are numb, cocaine current goes through the body
Cold sweat throws into cold sweat
Lets two muzzles in

The murdered poet does not shine tightly with his mind
but there are things that, like a tick, cling to the forehead
It is important as slavery for blacks and then
what we breathe from the windows will never become a kent
This is the East, Son, Casting Ander
True, how Kayne Corso clings to the brain and tonsils
We crumble forms, pour, fill up water into the bong
Your Pontus here, one nasas - and, son, you're dead
We do not fly snow here. And we are aging
And the pussy will come soon to everyone
And even in a dream I smoke a lot, but I don't get fat
And just in a circle I conveyed laughter to all
I'm a tramp that is already a year away
Behind the muse they load their hearing in the knot with music
Someone got deafly here, became spirit, fell in spirit,
You carry nonsense in the ear, soaked ...

I can see more from under the half-closed eyelids
More smoke produces a rap machine
My people are waiting for me to say
we put the time on the springs in the city of roads
rushing. we, as obsessed, could be able
The question is concrete - what would you do to become noticeable?
What did I go to brighten up colorless days
E, could I fall as low?
Listen to yourself what are you carrying - what kind of brother are you to me?
We take microphones
The rap terrorist does not convince - he is falling in a word
Bratan, the master sees everything in the eyes
The weak descends itself from the stage to the hall

in touch Moscow, dried on a bitch's grin
Are you carrying nonsense in your ear?
Swing the sock with Tabasco
I smoke like a blast - but so pussy
for me to be outside of what you call the system
This is when you want to survive in the sun that he warms what warms
the background of what was crushed in a bong smolders
Distributed styles on a loop of bat
download with us, wherever you live
I'll repeat
Distributed styles on a loop of bat
download with us, wherever you live

I write and stamp my foot behind the side wall
who are you? You look like a fagot from organs
or sheriff's pussy pussy
you carry nonsense of a nano -nannahui with a meaning of scrap
tolerated on a feast will choke on a star
The pussy cowboy is silent at the sight of the streets
convoy or road home - the result is simple
empty corridor and duffel bag behind the back
A detachment of numbers is gaining strength from the hive
pour snare more cooler than the murdered Bill - see
one hundred and thirty thousand hundred reasons, adigund shield
OU seven Chechchchchchch

This is the deck project, the mgl was tightened with a haze
nonsense of the fuck in the ear fucking in the SEA
Emsi gathered here in a crowd
In order to sing this rap on your forehead like a stake
nobody in the room of crooked mirrors
In this world of long roads in one
do not find your output out the window, there is no way out
lets the wax
lets the avalanche from the mountains, shoots at you point blank
Rap from the outskirts of you
bustle in the city is dear, we are all under the cap
All the hucksters of the Zhulebinsk catacombs
my hand holds the microphone
Forest of the hands for legaliza, the hall is packed with a bit
And I remind you - this is a project of a garbage
First album, first album