Darom Dabro feat. KREC - Зигзаг
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We call it style—either flooring it or slowing it down.
Fans of the writings of Tsvetaeva and Castaneda.
We’re back on the highway, eating up the miles.
Everything I have began with a cassette tape.
My life is a zigzag.
You’re floating in the clouds, and your life needs a patron.
Me? I’m back at my notebook whenever sleep eludes me.
A rhyme needs a beat like a fish needs a lure.
This goes out to our boys—to everyone who waited,
To everyone who believed, and who shook my hand in faith.
What? A new game? Nah, it’s not that—it’s new music.
That’s true, but the game itself remains the same—once again, we’re taking the turn.
See that crowd past the finish line? That’s my target.
No one here is going to make your decisions for you.
It’s either disrespect or respect—nothing in between.
My big brother is with me on this track—
The one who knows the inner workings of this game, and that’s exactly why he goes so damn hard.
Hey—look at those girls at the battle rap, talking trash about each other’s moms.
How much brains does it take to end up in a place like that?
It’s late at night now; I’m staring out the window.
The engine roars again, and I feel a jolt of electricity running through me.
You know, eventually, we all have to go...
But if you spend your whole life lying, your name will end up in the gutter.

Gas, gas—two pedals, both on the gas! Nothing’s gonna stop us!
My path is a zigzag! My spirit is pure overdrive!
Gas, gas—two pedals, both on the gas! Nothing’s gonna stop us!
My path is a zigzag! My spirit is pure overdrive! He spins a finger at his temple—
"Son, watch out, don't spill your Sprite!"
'Cause on this track, I'm driving without a license—
This isn't for those who love the dirt.
I catch a high from brand-new routes;
My muse and I take flight until the dawn.
And even if it’s suicide—blindfold me—
I’m flooring the gas pedal.
Suddenly, I cross the line;
My life is one big zigzag.
I designed it myself—
And often forgot all about the brakes.
Once again, the day calls me to the starting line;
And since that’s the case, I’m burning through a full tank.
I wish the same for you, wherever your cities may be;
I pierce the night with a pair of headlights.
The sound spreads like wildfire—
Through courtyards, down back alleys, all the way to the garage.
Don't get caught napping on the curves, bro—
While random onlookers shout: "How the hell did he do that?" You can't grasp this with your mind, man—this skill is one in a billion.
Retreating isn't an option; screw the black ice or the fog.
If you're gonna win, do it with music; otherwise, they'll remember you as cowards—you losers.
Fuze's flow is a whole car-length ahead; whether you realize it or not, this is the "X" crew's party.
And not a circus—you're a madman, bro, tearing through the streets like we're in the movie *Taxi*.
We roam everywhere, blasting sound right in the dogs' teeth; as for your "achievements"—
You can shove them up your ass, sir. Life taught us that you have to maintain your standards.
This game doesn't offer second chances; I've got a quiver on my back—listen up, son, and learn the basics.
Every wannabe here whines about being there "at the beginning," but my hand is the one
Clutching the gearstick. I'm hitting the afterburners—that intoxicating sound of tires tearing up the asphalt.
Some people are off to sleep—but not me. My muse and I are catching a high, pulling off an extreme drift.
There's no other way: black flag flying—the "Double X" crew, a furious cheetah.
Ready to rip this beat to shreds, to absolutely wreck it.

Gas, gas—two pedals, both on the gas! You can't stop us!
My path is a zigzag! My spirit is pure overdrive!
Gas, gas—two pedals, both on the gas! You can't stop us!
My path is a zigzag! My spirit is pure overdrive!

Darom Dabro x Fuze (KREC) — "Zigzag"