NPPRODUCT - Начало конца
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Kick, hat, clap
Kick, hat, clap
E, e, yeah!
Check, check, check
Ay, e
This is the beginning of the end, let’s look at everything from the outside
I don’t see my face, everything seems to be
Someone is smearing himself and is unlikely to refuse
Live without wine, old tomboy rap, yay
Kick, hat, clap, sometimes I'm not there
You're rocked by this nonsense, I don't wear dreadlocks
I wash my sneakers the same way, someone is covering their tracks
To avoid disaster, I didn’t come to lunch.
A warm blanket warms me, how many years have I burned?
I self-harm I didn’t follow any diets.
I have my own covenant here, I didn’t take brass knuckles for kneading
I love the dawn met the sunset - these lines are in great demand
Someone in the salad and someone is a deputy
Birds in the sky are circling and chattering about their own things
I'm a fucking telepath
The new format may be boring
This is from the heart, and not for the sake of money!
If you're stuck in a corner, you're a psychopath.
There is no parting word here, there is no structure
There is corruption and prostitution all around
Justice is forgotten, my presence does not decide
The whole point is covered
My rhyme is obtained, as if nailed to the text
The beat is like a defense, the serve is poisonous.
Wait for my visit, the momentum is whipped up
Next to the elite
Here Nikita is only underground
Old school massive knockout, fuck
Try the product here
The beginning of the end or the end of the fucking beginning
Tazer One Okay, NPPRODUCT, 2025
High pass, catch punch, bass, underground
The end of the beginning, lines in Mike, On Test sound
Black lines, colors like in a glass of staut
Wet heads are cracking, the mind is immediately out
Let's start with the fact that your sales is not know-how
It's a shame to listen to something that says gay
I walk in my style while these kents are on tilt
Pulled on leggings, look like Matilda
The beginning is the end, he doesn’t look like a Ghanaian
Listen to your father's salams, write to your brother on WhatsApp
The boys have lost their slates, those who have nowhere to go
From loan extensions
Beer on sale, shawarma at the station
Rap has the grace of a ballerina
My slang sometimes matches a foreigner's
Magnitude 10, feel the vibration
We read the news here and spread like mold
Conversations about who recorded songs with whom are not flattering
We have become sharply higher, but we are growing in the same place
Who did you want to surprise by swallowing smoke in the entrance?
So let's summarize whose words are as good as a knife
Standing foaming at the mouth, remember who you look like
I really wanted to do something that no one else had done.
It's TazerOne 2 1 3 NP, we're back in action!
The sound is on the stree, and you can't buy this style for money
Keep your ardor and temper to yourself, count the pennies in the corner
Here's the beginning on Fabrichnaya, let's rhyme indecently
This is the custom, you are not a bull, a bull striking a match
Rap is like a habit, get the firecrackers out of your hole
Here hip-hop is not typical, words are antique relics
Double chicken muken and raffine muffin
Order it for me buddy, ha!