СТАРЫЙ ГНОМ - Под небесами
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I sit in the kitchen with a lot I will open the window not for a long time
Otherwise sprays from smells will not help
No spirits, there are perfumes, thawed minced meat and oven
Hands cut vegetables deftly, freestyle
Not a workpiece, there is no such dish on the menu
There are people, there are bastards, everything is in any way
Covering the back of the head in places of deserted
Would not make holes in civilians of fat and not very
To moderate the ardor, in a working vein, saw everyday life, was
Present, did fat, admonished the world
Everyone who came with friends asked
I killed them than it was, they said - thanks, sailing
Forget about the sound, this happens when the pocket is empty
No mana, there are jivaicniki and several member
Apparently the city has bad karma, everything is fine
Panama, pineapple cocktail, joke, fierce frost
The fur coat does not save, I would like a gun
But for the stories it is terrible to have such a toy
I have a mug with the initials, I am in no hurry to eat a pillow
FL on the fly, I create, laid out the soul that I love
In the blood they will find hemp, pale -hide because ...
Pin them at school, participating in the choir
In the development of the album, the soloist is the same
You crush like an elephant, it means that the experience will cover over time with an umbrella
When a muscle is like a pendant, almost packed in the eyes
Not constrained even once, the district of the Urals, the grin only there was no chip
Bass breaks the shuttle, sounds like a reward
I write for the poor and the rich
Drops fall from the forehead to the floor
If you are difficult, then do not delve
Leave it for later, just what tikay
Look for a car with a red cross, they know me
Tell me that everything is fine, let them not come tomorrow
I’ll sit here with tea and probably desperate
I visit those places where I blink more slowly
I know too much about them
The proverb works but not for it lumber
Although ready for a lot for the sake of freedom, invigorating notes
Major will pass, there will be a poverty, ahead of hip hop
I got on the raft, swam to rake shit, look
Remember who was on the street, who survived who died
Tick-tik-tiky, and the whole city is covered with a wave from the bomb
without leaving the room
.... a question mark, the scratched phrase "Who are we?"

We grew up under heaven
Under the winds, between the sleeping
We smoothly melt in voices through stones
Looking at the world, they gave everything, they only gave me
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I will become God after we get the last bread
I will take the sky with my palm, I will outline the plot, risk
Do you want to graze but there is no way out, an example of a sickle and a hammer
Zeal makes it clear how much I am young
In certain places, I studied everything in the walls
Where he wandered, attacked fear, but he will also win
On the feed we do not want someone else's work to take our backs
Nicotine is a step, smoke goes beautifully, decide
In a duel with himself, uncomfortable like a left -handed manner
One day the sun is broken, rain and heat, save
There is no such cry not my way, a path
Summarizes the city, infuriates, amiable like a blade
In any case, I will be given the opportunity to leave my life, to accept death
How quickly or for a long time my selected pace of battle will determine
Though often, meanness will make you get silent again
Cattle passing by will squeeze out the word obviously not a genius
Which is unacceptable in my circle of communication