Седьмой - Алиса в Стране чудес
текст песни

Hello Alice, Alice in Wonderland of fucked-upness
Here there is no truth, no fiction, here is a bullshit forest
Because sometimes you can't tell where the truth is and where the lie is
Here they bring down the strong, and the weak are trembling
Healthy lifestyle won't help, you hear, the rocket has launched
I got out of the five-man group for the first time without a turnstile
My eyes would be burning, but my ass is burning, we're clearing the garbage
While the investigator is looking for garbage in my lines
Bracelets on your hands, that's your bravado
Show how to live, brother for brother, that's the basis, how much do you have left to take?
How much do you have left, brother - this is a marriage, 35 of the Criminal Code, no one is happy
I took this burden upon myself
Moscow doesn't believe in tears
Get out your Panama hat, brother
It's hot and this is hell
They wanted to grill meat on the grill, a knockout game
We're opening the bidding, life on the scales, your bluff
Good for good, you hear, a grenade has fallen
Burning everything with napalm for free
Everything is going as it should
Yves Rocher, not Ferrero Rocher, on a high
Men from the forest are chasing the devil through the forest
Cross yourself, you fall down, I repent
You are hand luggage, they came here to fuck you,
You are alone in the field, not a warrior
Everything is under control
You're in a wooden box, and someone is in Louis Vuitton
I lived my life, not a field, I crossed over from childhood, I found myself
And who among you is not local, demons are playing in you
Your life is beyond the line or being a vile devil
Here friends don't look for benefits, here they just want to make some noise and jump around
We carry nuts in our pockets, we'll take you apart in a touch
This is fast karma, crime and punishment
We don't regret, we don't call, we don't cry
We don't drop the ball in the river
Dad taught me to fight back
We can be even more awesome
We entered into a conspiracy, the riot police are always on duty here
Read between the lines, don't drive yourself into the grave Son,
It's better not to move here, you could fall over
We'll knock over the dark one, we're setting Guinness records
I'm lighting up, let's play cricket with you, the bitches in the neighborhood call me wild
Music is my doping, I burst in like a Boeing
This rap carries burns
A Joker in your pocket won't save you
This isn't a style, this is a killing style, my style is a pistol
A bullet in the chamber, like a word I load into a verse
There's definitely no place for you here
Your covenant is in a game of chance
I spend my time in gambling
Don't talk nonsense like you're at a market
Like you're an O.G. if you want to live
Put a machine gun on your jeep against us
Haaa, the roller is rolling, no, this is a clean ippon, son, no star on my shoulder strap, but I know the price of a chevron