Группа Продленного Дня - Элвис
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I guess this is what I'll call a flip
Throwed a disc and it stuck to your deck
Hanged out with Tusi P, like Dale and Chip
I smoke for a long time, brother, like a zoomer, looking for a clitoris
Drawing graffiti on the wall of a beat with rhymes
The army is defeated, a bottle from a 10-liter bucket
Blue-green days, that's my palette
Work and hip-hop, like Scylla and Charybdis
Like a book read, stitched from the inside
Some love to the nigga, he give you true shit
I drive a slut tightly like a burger king
I read from my phone, that's my hot nein blink
After me, there's a lot of smoke in Panarin's penalty area
Machiaveli, decisive like Panin
I don't understand anything, one guy told me
Pull deeper, guy, and exhale more

I'll compose until my face cracks
Like a moron? - no like Elvis Presley
I will compose until my face cracks
Like a moron? - no like Elvis Presley
I will compose until my face cracks
Like a moron? - no like Elvis Presley
I will compose until my face cracks
Like a moron? - no, like Elvis Presley

Lungs pull better than "Dyson"
Like Mike Tyson in the ring
I lead in rhymes in dance
Like Nils with a flute of mice
Honey for your ears
I am from the street of broken cheeks
Lincoln Rhymes, collector of bones
Against predatory things
Ferrari against Shelby
I will pump up your baby
My dick is on your label
You are a moron - may be
Ladies and gentlemen
Only dumplings for a buffet
From dense dough, my text
Dutch muffins
Commissar Rex has fucked up
Unperturbed
I score like Messi
How you surf the Winchester tape
Don't get involved, it will kill
This is underground
The rest is chatter
Count to three
A flight awaits you
And a bag if you feel bad
I drag like Semin Loco
Like Latinos coca
Old man, everything will be ok
Turnip is a harbinger
Rap will rise again with him
And fail with a bang
Without leaving the entrance