Homo Patience - ЖД 6 - Богемские ассасины
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Part 6. Bohemian Assassins
Music: Podval Capella - Melodia

This is a battles wasp:
Here they carry it that, like the text of the hand up.
Round participants behind the round
Everest will conquer Everest with their heresy.
And I'm like Hamlet and Faust -
My 95 theses will visit Wittenberg.
It does not smell like money here
After all, the leading on the Osa is a novel ... Trakhtenberg.

Here poets will tell you how beautiful it is in the sky
The clouds are scattered - apparently
There, Putin flew by Brass.
They are repeated one hundred times, like ducks in a dash.
Batle is their incubator, where the microclimate:
Microphone and recording in the corner
Microfilm in a couple of minutes,
Metaphysics clearly will not soar them.

Inspirations are waiting for as combinations in the cards,
In memory, they are boring at randomly,
Let these birds sit on the decay,
Raising the ink clouds -
I am with my epic rap
I will be a tournament stuffed here.
And then we will still see
Who will be more dangerous about thought and is more sharply on the tongue.

After all, I grew up in the cruel 90s:
Exceeded speed by three -haired.
Played in God: shot down residents of microdistricts
Models of steam locomotives and minibuses.
There is a clear halter for someone-
Who is in some restaurant there
Innovator, then Homa here
Thezauris of the Thezaurus, the Mahabharator.

And since childhood, Ghetto has remained a game.
And let not read how ghetts
And is not rich as Gatsby, but balanced,
Like Cypher - Justin Clarke.
My rap is like in a correctional colony
Strict mode - over time on your own back
Read the harrows of the harrows:
“Rap is not a cap with curly ballast,

Not boasting mastering -
Rap is a rhythm and runs for life,
But for many underground mesterens ...
[Note to line 43:
Under Meisterings
The author is ironically in mind MC.
End of the note].
... Apparently, it is simply incomprehensible. "

And so that you better understand how dangerous I am -
I give the word to my brother.

__ Homa Pasyansky - addict,
__ But I got a sopromat in NIYAU MEPhI
__ at a time, and then, quietly hiding
__ Dynamite in a Shapoklyak, so that it would not be visible,
__ I put the collectors under the car,
__ Further as written-he throws
__ rubles in the suitcase, and I see in the washing,
__ how garbage has already appeared from the corner,

__ here I drop cheese chips and,
__ Pulling out AK Automat, blurted out
__ in autozak 02 All bullets - incriminating evidence
__ Excessive, we were taken with red -handed -
__ and to the cops on the repaun. On money -
__ Clothing of muzzles, we are sitting in the stronghold,
__ only for parking of garbage trucks is visible,
__ how the sunset of Tuesday is burning out.

Time flows, Sonya,
It always flowed in the world, like a waterfall,
It is spilled like champagne,
Going to Pantheon, ascending to Parnassus.
For the sake of some moment there is eternity,
Where eternal femininity is being built -
That's just that femininity
What is unusual for women.

... Something I lost the plot thread.
Well, to hell with him, the finale is already ahead -
Everything is thought out there,
And then for a minute you need to carry crap.
... Oh yes, I read
About what I am incredible to the brutal type,
Dangerous as a fall from the stairs down
On the blade of the bruise of the virgin.

And instead of the virgins of condolences
Say everyone: “This demon is like a faucle
And the innovations that he did is useful
No matter what kind of fest this sickly type climbed. ”
Such rap - like a sleeping compartment -
The buzz is not for everyone. Teleport in the nineties.
From sunset to dawn, he puts poets to sleep,
Half of the lines are like toasts.

So I read in the style of a drunken master of ceremonies,
Although each ampoule is only a preamble
To an outpatient clinic, and numerous
Laboratory experiments showed:
Easy to break the wedge of melancholy
The lion's enema of Malvasia.
That's just a faceted prism will not be able to
Lay out a glimpse of consciousness into a spectrum.