Datalova - город под подошвой
текст песни

Don Lee, whether flowing Volga, knapsack on his shoulder
Chest pain - there taynichok open crowbar without key
How many miles yet, a short flight did not count
Long dusty Sanchez, a van packed with boxes merchom

We believe - lucky, our portable bed
Minstrel two ways - corporate or appartment
the same type schemes are now all MC
After giving birth to change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here

Now rap - a multi-party, Batley naplodili
I look in the mirror of the type: "What troubles you bloat!"
I rap all enslaved, but all the time in the way
In industry, a nervous tic, valokordin, angina

Collect the court, but the winners are not judged
We are the first Cro-Magnons, we were beat out in people
Do not bullshit me, I put to you, servants, five times
After all, we act much like the jaw of Pithecanthropus

Chorus:
You know my whole rap, if it is short about the fact that
Already that year in that city under the sole
In the mountain when rushing, then downhill when sick
I'm not that that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole

City beneath the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state taxes, fees and customs
I do not know a ford or to the bottom of this track
You live under the heel, my town under the sole

By poplars and fields of ripe corn,
Where actuation Esenina Malevina Cross, Gospel, to see the land of the minivan,
I see the sky above it, we shall overcome,
If not, then I do not Aquarius, our land,
Stokes singles like puppies, was a stranger,
But security, damage, Ilya - more than the family,
Bomb night wrote that stuff from the urine,
I wanted to belong to something larger than myself,
The world is empty, at least every second got acquainted,
I do not biorobot with positive lyboy Komsomolets,
Spare me your panacea, home paracentesis,
After ebashit for me - an end in itself, tired,
We do not care, Tony Stark, as standard, a couple of countries,
Motorways, Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad,
Passport - there pop decay
Though on the Ring Road at the start, even for Madagascar.

Chorus

Give silenok here, do not roll, and not break,
There is a route is on the track location,
And there we are waiting for today, a moaner - do not be feminine,
In Ruslans a soundtrack for the journey

Again eblo sleepy again rise before dark
Back to Armor, the road again, the bag behind his back
All hastily in the shit, rain, overcast
Bridge to Asgard, after let just get lucky with traffic.

I - do his every verse of a self-portrait,
check often read as a speech therapist by rap marafet,
Stencil on the parapets, the logo on the wall
- all my teaching everyone how to Magamed bafametom

I'm a star? Give a warm blanket and a hood,
Napkins to wipe your ass and all, the mark - good
They used to say, "I would be with him in intelligence did not go"
I - you did not go on tour, you - check failed.
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