ALi Majus - From Russia
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This is the underground from Russia, straight from the bottom up
The boys from Yamal, here in the City of Sin
The streets are worn smooth, and we’re a pack of wolves
Experts in the culture, searching for new strains
This is the underground from Russia, straight from the bottom up
The boys from Yamal, here in the City of Sin
The streets are worn smooth, and we’re a pack of wolves
Experts in the culture, searching for new strains

Even the whole planet—and countless other worlds—wouldn't be enough
My voice is a genesis for hungry minds
If something falls, someone picks it up—or it rises on its own
Russian underground is back in full force, and Majus is on point
My music will catch up to you, and then you’ll understand it all
Who just plays the part of a rapper, and who’s been truly immersed since birth
Who’s like Nalivkin—seems real on the surface, but at the core, it’s a lie
And who’s the true OG here, dropping lines sharp as a knife in the back
The underground sensei, delivering pure shock
I created this sound; I’m your loyal bulldog
I’m the fantasy of all your bitches—a true leap of faith
A venomous spider that’s found its prey
And a sprout of high-quality stuff
It’s not poison, but a pleasant high
If you get all that, then you’re no sucker
A honed spirit—mere concepts don't count

This is the underground from Russia, straight from the bottom up
The boys from Yamal, here in the City of Sin
The streets are worn smooth, and we’re a pack of wolves
Experts in the culture, searching for new strains
This is the underground from Russia, straight from the bottom up
The boys from Yamal, here in the City of Sin
The streets are worn smooth, and we’re a pack of wolves
Experts in the culture, searching for new strains

Who the hell are you in the rap game, buddy?
You’re a nobody—this flow belongs to me
Phone in hand, I’m fully immersed—lost in the zone
This hip-hop burns hot like fire
It’s a stick-up—prepare your soul
I’m going to steal your love
I write my tracks on the fly
I carry the truth, the absolute reality
Yeah
I don’t hide any skeletons in my closet
Now that’s real luck—I see the "True" in everything
As for yours... The task is to value the craft I hone;
My delivery proves the hard work I’ve sown.
I’ll build my own hype, reaching up to the skies;
Light a candle for me—I’m scaling the heights.
I growl like a dog; in this war, I am Ares.
Can you feel the rhythm? Jump in—join the process!
An underground sensei, delivering shock;
I forged this sound—I’m your loyal bulldog.
I’m the fantasy of your bitches—a true leap of faith;
A venomous spider that’s found its prey.
And a sprout of high-quality stuff;
It’s not poison—it’s a pleasant rush.
If you get it all, then you’re no fool;
A honed mentality—ideas are the rule.

This is Under from Russia—straight from the depths below;
The boys from Yamal, in the City of Sin, you know.
The streets are worn thin, patrolled by a wolf pack;
Experts in the culture, on the hunt for new tracks.
This is Under from Russia—straight from the depths below;
The boys from Yamal, in the City of Sin, you know.
The streets are worn thin, patrolled by a wolf pack;
Experts in the culture, on the hunt for new tracks.