Вадяра Блюз feat. Dendy, Ира Мидж - Соло Бонга
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Dedicated to all our boys, to all God's children
Who loves the sound of a bubbling bong
We're three-hard-hatted, stuck in your Winamp for a long time
[vocal sample] I know your image of me
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This rap is dedicated to all our boys, to all God's children
Who loves the sound of a bubbling bong
We're three-hard-hatted, stuck in your Winamp for a long time
[vocal sample] I know your image of me
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This rap is dedicated to all our boys...
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To everyone who doesn't bust their ass for prestige
To everyone who hears our sound
To everyone who hangs out with us when called upon - for
This is fat, like lard, this is meat, like samsa
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Decide for yourself, to move or to fester
Personally, I manage to record something even in the army
Right now, I'm broadcasting from the pile to you
What the fuck soldier? I'm an MC until I melt.
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It's been quiet in your ears for a long time.
Hold on, soon a tiger will break free from the zoo.
You're in trouble, the rhythm is already beckoning you.
Vadyara Blues, don't confuse it—not Jamal, not Cripple.
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How many stupid MCs are sleeping in your player?
If there's a PB album, a head-style rap...
Our style, no snot, no unnecessary violence.
Classic, like KRS or Jay-Z.
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You feel the draft coming from the street.
White Smoke, appreciate what my Mike took off.
Smoke billows from the nineties to this rap.
If you're positive, appreciate this... beats [?]
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Dedicated to the boys, to all God's children.
Who loves a bubbling bong solo.
We, three helmets, have sat in your car for a long time. Winamp
[vocal sample] I know your image of me
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This rap is dedicated to all our boys, to all God's children
Who loves a bubbling bong solo
We're three-hard-hatted, stuck in your Winamp for a long time
[vocal sample] I know your image of me
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This rap is dedicated to all our boys...
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My cats only crawl toward the light at night
Jah won't let you fall into the clutches of those who follow you
But..., Bob and bong, skang and funk—that's what my mind needs
Bitok and napas and my own flock, kindred spirits
One love for all, won't let us all fade
My own game against the backdrop of cheap porn
And I'm waiting for the performance, stop fighting, kid
Appreciate the juicy sound, glory Heaven
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Home-grown or the best, this is for those who know a thing or two
Who's ready to climb up from the very bottom
Walked..., underground tricks
Fuck rap in heels, it's Ira Midge
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As smoke settles in the brain from a cap
It's too late to rush around, this fuss will catch you...
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Shalom to the gangs and tribes, underground rap, man
Winamp blares loudly among the dim bedroom lamps
And we're there tête-à-tête with Hop, verses in chorus
We're fucking with the office and which one plays
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The sun was hiding, the cold was coming through the window
A voice, like a voice, calling out to a neighbor solo
I love you, city of other people's grief
Where even supporting roles are very expensive
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Okay, I don't argue, I haven't lived like a highlander
I don't understand how you can profit from Grief
Dreaming of the sea, I'm eating Rollton, sorry
It's pointless if words and deeds are in sync
The Moth-eaten King
I don't remember what day, but I remember all the passwords
They can't find us by our Yandex nicknames
We're in the videos where they scare children with the shout "Gangster!"
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On the playground with cigarette butts
Crushing stone, restyling routine worries
..., as if a voice inside commands
Take only the roles you can handle
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In shitty lighting, someone's hitting your vein
And it's probably fucking awesome
And we're exemplary, living our lives somehow
We only have one dream, but a true one
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Dedicated to all our boys, to all God's children
Who loves the solo of a bubbling bong
We're three-hard-hats-full-time in your Winamp
[vocal sample] I know your image of me
⠀
This rap is dedicated to all our boys, to all God's children
Who loves the solo of a bubbling bong
We're three-hard-hats-full-time in your Winamp
[vocal sample] I know your image of me
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This rap is dedicated to all our boys...