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The month has emerged from the fog,
He took the knife out of his pocket
I will cut, I will beat,
You still have to drive

We got nostalgic here recently while drinking
I found my rap on a blank
From the generation where the dandy tanks
For compression with a bucket, no fucking pranks
My blaster was just a stick
I got my pussy jumped rope
wrote cheat sheets before the exam
Played litrball in the basement rocking chair
started smoking through the word pharmacy
Polar bear in front of a disco
Red mold cassette deck
A glass of alcohol was removed from the run

The month has emerged from the fog,
He took the knife out of his pocket
I will cut, I will beat,
You still have to drive

I used to dream of a fit with fifty cent
B&W was still a concept back then
In the hallways we read freestyles
And they sent files through ICQ
He wasn't fucking bald, he was curly
I didn’t know yet that I was communicating with a slut
For many years we have been writing obscene couplets
We are entitled to benefits and social packages
Don't look for answers, here they ask questions
We walk around in the hood like Eskimos
This is the Urals, the frosts have fucked me up
Here the black and white counted for two times

The month has emerged from the fog,
He took the knife out of his pocket
I will cut, I will beat,
You still have to drive