Mezza Morta - Москвичи
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Muscovites

Every day, like the last, it's stupidly everyday life
Moscow as baked, e yo, we are from here
You don't know us, you don't need
We are those who call, beloved city - hell

In front of me Moscow, back my area
mentality of Illuminata, heart like a metronome
Store money in the cash, under the pillow
To find out who we are, we must listen carefully
This city, like Discovery Channel
Someone is hiding in holes, someone shakes a member
We stand for hours in traffic jams, spit in the back of cops
I call this game "Moscow Mortal Combat"
I spent the night in Lyubertsy, never in the metropolis
This is not the same as in Ritz Carlo Tony
Fuck the experiences, in four walls of the Khrushchevs
They want more, still ...
I do not throw a bro, this is a pure fact
and clean, like Peruvian snow in March
You don't know me, you don't need
Follow my rules, in my conglomerate

The disease takes my weight, the cop takes the mox
I fuck like an Ministry of Emergencies, at Shushensky hydroelectric power stations
I walked in a dream, but I had to wake up
It was not the most pleasant morning
I gained new thoughts, found a new business
and began to do what I had to do
No riddles, I am not a trafficial
None of my boys have ever seen a scank
We make rap like Donald Trump builds towers
Women's moans, like a soundtrack or stupidly cough
To listen, the streets have ears
There is also a mouth that can spit
It's like Frisby, I throw thoughts
Someone catches his teeth, someone runs after them
Follow my rules, in my conglomerate
And then each of us will receive what he needs