Calvary Cross - Катана
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The natives see us
Remember Amaterasu
For me to give your maximum
Don't even give out the database
We fuck without orders
It's like you're on gas
Your tracks will fly anywhere
But not to the cash register

And we put out this bullshit
Give me some ammo
Not 2002
But we are stupidly firing in circles
Uncle, you played gangsta
But the cameras won't lie
Your gangsta won't rise again
And the primers won't blow up, bitch

We started not long ago
After disc players and cassettes
And I spent, think about it, 15 years
So that my syllable can go to your head
Same as brass knuckles

And we are rushing the same way as then
And we also shoot at the suckers
Who asked us to read
Then they believed in God
We throw bars
So that you put a tighter noose
We throw it like this
That they won't sing you off, bitch

I'd put mc in a row
And in this line
I would release the whole line
Against the background of these rappers' dads
Like my daughters, who can't bear it
Love your stepfather

No matter how much you fuck
I don't believe in your culture
I didn't look at fashion
And I won't look there
Words from Pusiboy “for the idea”
Sounds like a clinic to me
You're a fag, I'm not a fag
And here are all the lyrics for you, damn

Katana chops off an enemy's head
Bitch, ding-ding
I draw a field on my body
To hit the target
If only they paid for it
At least one cent
Well, at least one cent
I would kill everyone

Katana chops off an enemy's head
Bitch, ding-ding
I draw a field on my body
To hit the target
If only they paid for it
At least one cent
Well, at least one cent

You left me no choice
Bitches, I've passed judgment
To every runt
That tested me blindly
Rappers are hypocrites
Benefits are expected in the game
Changed your shoes a hundred times
But no one needs it here

Bitches, forget about the microphone
After all, this is not given to you
You made up names
But they didn’t do the skill and flow
Do you hear, I forged myself
You won't meet the minimum
It's not the Pentagon that will save you here
No different color

Rap is back underground
We're like marginalized people again
Those who knew a lot about the genre
We had a good time shitting ourselves
You couldn't handle the crisis
When it's about survival
Like a guinea pig
At the feeder before testing

Don't call yourself ms
When we fly into the building
I value your people
One at a time, without hesitation
Your complexes are visible
Behind ordinary texts
After all, mediocrity will not get you out
There's a creative escalibur here

It felt like it was crushed by slabs
The yoke of the giant
To be with people like you
In one room - low
Out of our hands
I see the name - the parasite again
In turnips like roundworm
I can’t tell you how in one take
Their cabin will fall off

This is a slap in the face!
Remember every desk calls
Necrosis and injury
The outcome will be fatal
Don't stand opposite
For such people it is terror and persecution
Bitch, we have prepared for everyone
Total demolition of regalia

Katana chops off an enemy's head
Bitch, ding-ding
I draw a field on my body
To hit the target
If only they paid for it
At least one cent
Well, at least one cent
I would kill everyone

Katana chops off an enemy's head
Bitch, ding-ding
I draw a field on my body
To hit the target
If only they paid for it
At least one cent
Well, at least one cent
I would kill everyone