beepolar snow - chto ti sdelal dlya hip-hopa
текст песни

we won't get home
closed under the hood
hematoma
a couple of volumes of kanta and
three words, come on
we lost our youth on t-shirts
satellite eighty-fifth
and around the yards
while compacting garbage
I'm just reckless
I'll give you
in the morning when you
time to get up for school
I will go out to the balcony and
tasty in the back of society spit
in reproach to the crowded street
you are not human
sycophants
for a seat in a warm chair
rip your ass
and by thirty-five the children are worried about one thing
what did you do for hip-hop at your age
system in the throat fuck cheerfully
pseudo-citizens of the free
painted fuckers
budgets plundered
and the authorities at all to shit
but as long as there is a roof and wine at hand
it's not that bad