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Чай, компотик ли течёт, рюкзак мне на плечо,
Боль в груди там тайничок, открыт он знаньем и ничё.
Сколько времени ещё? Урок коротким был не в счёт,
Долгий, нудный чёс по школе с рожей словно кирпичом.
Верим – подфартит, наши портфели портативны,
Нам не стрелянным пути: учиться дальше иль уйти.
Схемы перманентны, все теперь студенты,
Ведь смены больше нет, мы слышим здесь лишь звон монеты.
Теперь вуз – многопартиен, филиалов наплодив,
Он смотрит на тебя по типу: “Ну-ка денег заплати ты!”.
Я б весь мир поработил, но всё время в пути
От школы до дома мне нужно ехать и идти.
Соберите суд, но победителей не судят,
Мы не первый выпуск и сможем выбиться в люди,
Не гони! Мне плевать на всё уж пятикратно
Все мы разбредёмся нет уже пути у нас обратно.
Весь мой рэп, если коротко про то, что
Уж который год какая школа под подошвой,
В гору когда прёт, потом под гору, когда тошно
Я не то, что Гулливер, но всё же школа под подошвой.
Школа под подошвой, школа под подошвой:
Словари, учебники и шпоры, если можно.
Я не знаю вброд или на дно эта дорожка
Ты живёшь под каблуком, у меня школа под подошвой! (Мимо!)
Учителей и школы типичной ролей,
Олимпиады, конкурсы, экзамены - мне лень,
С задней парты вижу доску, вижу ряд из нулей,
Мы всё преодолеем точно, выйдем за рамки полей.
Тяжкий взгляд топит одиночек как щенят,
Был чужой, но вот друзья мои уж больше чем семья.
Небылицы сочинял, что есть мочи начинял,
Я так хотел принадлежать чему-то большему, чем я.
Двор пустой, хоть ты с каждым здесь перезнакомься,
Можешь мимо смело топать с грустной миной недовольства,
Эй! Избавь меня от ваших панацей,
Аристотель, Сократ, для меня учиться – самоцель.
Подустал? Всем плевать, ведь Декарт как стандарт,
Пара глав и рассказ. Гален, Тацит, Гиппократ,
Паспорта, впереди экзамен, настал
Судный день, что ж “На старт!”, мы пройдём этот Ад! (Ты знаешь!)
Весь мой рэп, если коротко про то, что
Уж который год какая школа под подошвой,
В гору когда прёт, потом под гору, когда тошно
Я не то, что Гулливер, но всё же школа под подошвой.
Школа под подошвой, школа под подошвой:
Словари, учебники, тут шпоры, если можно.
Я не знаю вброд или на дно эта дорожка
Ты живёшь под каблуком, у меня школа под подошвой!
Дай силёнок тут, не свернуть и не сломаться,
Есть тут план и есть лишь в классе нужный тебе пункт,
Здесь нас никогда не ждут. Нытик, не будь женственным,
Ведь смеяться над всем этим будешь по прошествии.
Снова лицо заспано, снова подъём засветло,
Снова уроки, в школе звонки, рюкзак за спину.
Всё наскоро, чувствую пастором себя, пасмурно,
Пусть мороз ударит и всё будет так прекрасно.
Я делаю каждый урок автопортретом,
Сел, поел, читаю текст с автографом Альберта.
Трафарет на парапетах, имя и в тетрадь, везде
Моё ученье всем, как стихи Пушкина и Фета.
Я – звезда? Дайте карандаш, мне мел ещё
Доску замарать – и всё, отметка “Хорошо”.
Раньше говорили: “Я бы с ним в разведку не пошёл!”
Я с тобой в школу не двину – ты проверку не прошёл. (Хоуми знай!)
Мой рэп, если коротко про то, что
Уж который год какая школа под подошвой,
В гору когда прёт, потом под гору, когда тошно
Я не то, что Гулливер, но всё же школа под подошвой.
Школа под подошвой, школа под подошвой:
Словари, учебники, тут шпоры, если можно.
Я не знаю вброд или на дно эта дорожка
Ты живёшь под каблуком, у меня школа под подошвой!
Tea, compotes, a backpack on my shoulder,
The pain in the chest is there, it is opened by knowledge and nothing.
How long is it? The lesson was short not counted,
A long, tedious one in a school with erysipelas like a brick.
We believe - subfartitis, our portfolios are portable,
We are not shot in the way: to learn further or to leave.
The schemes are permanent, everyone is now students,
After all, there is no more change, we hear here only the ringing of the coin.
Now the university is multi -parties, the branches are attained,
He looks at you as a type: “Well, you pay money!”
I would have enslaved the whole world, but all the time
From school to home, I need to go and go.
Collect the court, but the winners are not judged,
We are not the first issue and we will be able to break into people,
Do not drive fast! I don't care about everything five times
We will all scream no way back.
All my rap, in short about the fact that
What a year is a school under the sole,
To the mountain when rushing, then to the mountain, when is sickening
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks and spurs, if possible.
I don't know for the bottom or this path
You live under the heel, I have a school under the sole! (Past!)
Teachers and schools of typical roles,
Olympiads, contests, exams - I'm lazy,
I see a board from the back desk, I see a row of zeros,
We will overcome everything for sure, we will go beyond the fields.
A heavy look drowns lonely like puppies,
It was a stranger, but my friends are more than a family.
The fables composed that there was urine,
I so wanted to belong to something more than me.
The yard is empty, even though you are here with everyone here,
You can boldly stomp by with a sad mine of discontent,
Hey! Say me from your panic,
Aristotle, Socrates, to study for me is an end in itself.
Get tired? Everyone does not care, because Descartes as a standard,
A couple of chapters and a story. Galen, Tacitus, Hippocrates,
Passport, ahead of the exam, came
Judgment Day, well, “to start!”, We will go through this hell! (You know!)
All my rap, in short about the fact that
What a year is a school under the sole,
To the mountain when rushing, then to the mountain, when is sickening
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks, there are spurs, if possible.
I don't know for the bottom or this path
You live under the heel, I have a school under the sole!
Give me stronger here, do not turn off and not break,
There is a plan here and there is only the class you need in the class,
They never wait for us here. A whiner, don't be feminine
After all, you will laugh at all this after.
The face is sleepy again, the rise again dawn,
Again, lessons, at school calls, a backpack behind him.
Everything is hastily, I feel like a pastor, cloudy,
Let the frost hit and everything will be so beautiful.
I make each lesson a self -portrait,
He sat down, ate, read the text with the autograph of Albert.
Stencil on parapets, name and notebook, everywhere
My teaching to everyone, like poems by Pushkin and Fet.
I am a star? Give me a pencil, I still have chalk
Blue the board - and that’s all, the mark “good”.
They used to say: “I would not go to intelligence with him!”
I won’t move to school with you - you haven’t passed the check. (Know Hawmi!)
My rap, in short about the fact that
What a year is a school under the sole,
To the mountain when rushing, then to the mountain, when is sickening
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks, there are spurs, if possible.
I don't know for the bottom or this path
You live under the heel, I have a school under the sole!
The pain in the chest is there, it is opened by knowledge and nothing.
How long is it? The lesson was short not counted,
A long, tedious one in a school with erysipelas like a brick.
We believe - subfartitis, our portfolios are portable,
We are not shot in the way: to learn further or to leave.
The schemes are permanent, everyone is now students,
After all, there is no more change, we hear here only the ringing of the coin.
Now the university is multi -parties, the branches are attained,
He looks at you as a type: “Well, you pay money!”
I would have enslaved the whole world, but all the time
From school to home, I need to go and go.
Collect the court, but the winners are not judged,
We are not the first issue and we will be able to break into people,
Do not drive fast! I don't care about everything five times
We will all scream no way back.
All my rap, in short about the fact that
What a year is a school under the sole,
To the mountain when rushing, then to the mountain, when is sickening
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks and spurs, if possible.
I don't know for the bottom or this path
You live under the heel, I have a school under the sole! (Past!)
Teachers and schools of typical roles,
Olympiads, contests, exams - I'm lazy,
I see a board from the back desk, I see a row of zeros,
We will overcome everything for sure, we will go beyond the fields.
A heavy look drowns lonely like puppies,
It was a stranger, but my friends are more than a family.
The fables composed that there was urine,
I so wanted to belong to something more than me.
The yard is empty, even though you are here with everyone here,
You can boldly stomp by with a sad mine of discontent,
Hey! Say me from your panic,
Aristotle, Socrates, to study for me is an end in itself.
Get tired? Everyone does not care, because Descartes as a standard,
A couple of chapters and a story. Galen, Tacitus, Hippocrates,
Passport, ahead of the exam, came
Judgment Day, well, “to start!”, We will go through this hell! (You know!)
All my rap, in short about the fact that
What a year is a school under the sole,
To the mountain when rushing, then to the mountain, when is sickening
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks, there are spurs, if possible.
I don't know for the bottom or this path
You live under the heel, I have a school under the sole!
Give me stronger here, do not turn off and not break,
There is a plan here and there is only the class you need in the class,
They never wait for us here. A whiner, don't be feminine
After all, you will laugh at all this after.
The face is sleepy again, the rise again dawn,
Again, lessons, at school calls, a backpack behind him.
Everything is hastily, I feel like a pastor, cloudy,
Let the frost hit and everything will be so beautiful.
I make each lesson a self -portrait,
He sat down, ate, read the text with the autograph of Albert.
Stencil on parapets, name and notebook, everywhere
My teaching to everyone, like poems by Pushkin and Fet.
I am a star? Give me a pencil, I still have chalk
Blue the board - and that’s all, the mark “good”.
They used to say: “I would not go to intelligence with him!”
I won’t move to school with you - you haven’t passed the check. (Know Hawmi!)
My rap, in short about the fact that
What a year is a school under the sole,
To the mountain when rushing, then to the mountain, when is sickening
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks, there are spurs, if possible.
I don't know for the bottom or this path
You live under the heel, I have a school under the sole!