Черная Экономика, Boulevard Depo - Не надо даром
текст песни

If you don't need it for nothing
I'll read it to the orderlies
But for those who still stand in solidarity
Sincerely grateful
The old one will pile up bits
With the claws of a cat
Until you fumbled
We spun the ball (for fuck's sake)
We are not the ones who snatched
Cheap hype
Rancid in a rich case
Yes, it's shabby, but
Conscience has not been soiled
I saw how they were erased
Climbing the spiral
I saw them fly in
Those who peed in the basement
I saw those who cook
I know those who fall (those who fall)
Like at a Ferrari rally
Yes, the world is not mineral
Read me morals
Have you seen those who are in awe
From such stories
Where you were taught
We taught there
On freestyle we narrated
Without ceasing
Where you studied
We taught
Without burning out
The local old-timers were not outplayed
Even though I survived
Didn't overload, didn't over-scream
Don't be too rude
There is black style, mastic, bitumen
In black, like for a funeral service
The bit sticks in from the bend (ouch)
Don't oversuffocate
Don't shoot ours
We don’t draw mirages - we circle mirages (even)
If the city is already sleeping (ay)
The number has already been leaked
The city is a zoo
But there is a surplus of freedom here
Basic instinct
Who will stop us
Use for good
This craving to live
It weighs heavily
Intelligent hooligans
We don't grab stars from the sky
Brother, we don't need much
Long life for yours
Punishment for troublemakers
To keep your home in order
No matter how it sounds
This music is like a disease
I'll remind you of this
Who forgot the name
These words tear at the soul like a flock of piranhas
Yes, it's extremely sad
But our rare species is on the verge of extinction
The rappers are puffing, it looks like they're trying
But more often it sounds like a lowing ram
Or cries of despair, donkey moans
Children think it's a bomb - but in reality it's caps
Somewhere under the bridge we are
Are you and your mothers at home?
Your stupid crowd is aware of your byte
Our gang is the fruit of the streets, the night, the concrete
Children of Montana, Artons, killers of walls and carriages
Against the system, the law, like in the mouth of a dragon
And they don’t care who their style icon is
Yesterday another clone was scrapped
The template template has been broken by us again
Kovsh again, like thunder and lightning
And our words are like rain
You found our name somewhere at the top
The walls are unbreakable
Against all the fake ones
Against mouse affairs
Against lying snakes
Against those who are ready to do anything for profit