Проект Увечье - По накатанной
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A tub full of claims, life like a wild Magyar
I couldn’t present it without a pile. And like Kipling Rudyard
I chose metaphors, because I didn’t lose this heat
But human souls are sometimes too fragile material
Tears are for mothers, but fathers swear at the essence of existence.
Just be and I was ready earlier for drinking
Without five and poison would pour into the glass, but there is no development
Among the pits. And the peak of my deeds is a pile of blankets
Among the robes of those major ones, withered and yellow
Like a fallen leaf, Russian rap has become, and no one will light it there
Time will bite you in the ass, pigs are fighting over an acorn
God protects those who are protected, everyone considers himself a conductor
Moans, as in the ward of the burned, from the corners of the country
Sons are breaking from their shackles to the howl of their homeland, call signs
It's too late to whine, brace yourself, boys, having identified the decoys
When, if not now, and who, if not us?

Time, like a knockout, will let fate run its course
From dawn to dusk, graters under a couple of accounts
I rhyme, indulge the muse, the album is an indicator
If Pithecanthropus doesn't understand, listen at least five times
No comedy, my remedy is to spend the whole decade
With a book, like a wise dean, meeting his fierce December
Like Titanic without DiCaprio, Project without Lupercal
No matter how much they reproach us, we continue to move forward

I didn’t know that it would go so far, they would lash out in PM
And if creativity is like honey - this is the same tar
The beat will lead you into such wilds that I’m wound up
I write everything and see it as a remedy against hopelessness.
The curtains are drawn again, no one will come in at three o'clock
The text is still a little rough and needs to be combed
It’s better to measure it yourself on the scales, so as not to get into trouble.
Carefully write your lines into this ensemble of words
I'm one of those hacks who value meaning, not brilliance and show off
You can’t dance to these beats near hot spots, and I’m proud
That I didn’t put my honor on the market, I’m gloomy, like a forest near the mountains
Yes, I am for technical progress, as if Belphegor
But not the epigon of primates with the cult of caps and chains
This is an epilogue, it’s easy for them to lose face now
Without condemnation of the whips, I want Australopithecus
I would put Mike aside, realizing that he was busy with the wrong thing

Time, like a knockout, will let fate run its course
From dawn to dusk, graters under a couple of accounts
I rhyme, indulge the muse, the album is an indicator
If Pithecanthropus doesn't understand, listen at least five times
No comedy, my remedy is to spend the whole decade
With a book, like a wise dean, meeting his fierce December
Like Titanic without DiCaprio, Project without Lupercal
No matter how much they reproach us, we continue to move forward