Чёрная Экономика, Дубас - RAP
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Our rap is specific
Clear, clear
But stupidly forbidden
Like a rare stone
Like Bux is accurate
Like a leopard from a cage
Like smoke from a pipette
The most caustic
Verse in notes
Hits like Povetkin
Like fragile branches
Your mind is destroyed
Into the soul at once
A couple of phrases from the brother
Your ashes on vases
Our enemy is punished
As always, this music
Flies along the highways
Without any dancing
Without fucking masks
Spit on the box office
Views, shows
Laws, orders
We create like Picasso
Verses in oil
Under the bass and beat
Impregnated like bitumen
This style and rhythm
To all our freedom
A beat on the head
To all fallen nits
There is a grudge against us
Viva la vida to all
Our rap is what is inside the soul
It has long been sweet honey for your ears
He still goes, but the plot is not high
Words, in fact, fly like a storm, like a superjet
To do it clearly, no need to show off
If something is a bummer, I'll put it off for later
On the verses, so rarely, for you, like a phantom
I'll jot down notes and pour the track, like concrete
Not around and about, but stupidly in the forehead
Trust can't be bought for money
Are you a friend or just a chatterbox
Talking behind your back, it's not warm in your soul
Not cool, bro, don't confuse me, bro
This is a terrible mistake - a leaky bucket
Everything has already been said, the micro remains
De puta madre, where puta is your gut
Our rap
Not consumer goods
Even though it's shabby
Rays glimmer at dawn
In the windows of skyscrapers
There is no romance here
But reproach try
Our rap thunders
From the windows of cars
In traffic jams
Not one of the timid ones
In concrete boxes
Educated and stuffed
Fists in training
I climbed this ball
And there are a lot of temptations here
But on course straight
The navigator leads
To the breach
Bal, take the balloon
To be a bright spot
Above the gray herd
A cap on the head
Foam rubber in the head
And here a crowd of such
From the carriages to the platform
My rap walked on the street
While you were in the hole
Our rap, so far
Has not burned out
Our rap
Sometimes just incoherent delirium
Basyatsky band
Underground brand
Underground brand
Underground brand