Nемой, Антигона, Невбит - Хватит
текст песни

The recitative is like a red lucky strike yo
I typed this out, I can’t figure it out how yo
The dog went to poop motherfucker fuck yo
In our language you can’t read like this

So I will do as I want and as I can for a long time
This rap would not be listened to by a gay and asshole
Tracks perekatipole is not limpopo
We are not blacks on the river, we stupidly lay in the Beatles

But the verse is not about that, this verse is not about anything
Like all the rap you listen to day after day
You need it so bad bro, okay, come on bro
Chop everything up to the top ha ha

I drink when I'm doing great
But I rejoice early, my head swells in the morning
And I haven’t been thinking shit all day, bro.
So don't drink, the moral is this

I fill the liver, but I don’t fill it when I’m making a rap
I spew out bile, but I also drive the Emel from the stoves
And from our lands I overthrow the evil spirits, open your pupils
If you are a stranger and notice something wrong here

I think even when I seem like a fool
And I’m not yelling about how I’m fucking someone’s girlfriend doggy style
I value my hard-on, not for whores with threesomes
From which you smell like a corpse a kilometer away

I don't consider hiccups great art
Damn shove all your rotten music down your throat
And although a couple of rudd and crayfish will bite
But he won’t take smart girls and seasoned guys

Chorus
Stop eating byaku
Stop touching the flask
Stop sniffing the hat
Stop listening to crap

Stop eating byaku
Stop touching the flask
Stop sniffing the hat
Stop listening to crap

Stop eating byaku
Stop touching the flask
Stop sniffing the hat
Stop listening to crap

Stop eating byaku
Stop touching the flask
Stop sniffing the hat
Stop listening to crap

Again I hung my thoughts on a sheet of paper
You made fun of the song
Heals the motive that crawls into the heart
Recitative from MC crazy

You have to do rap for the sake of rap, bullshit brother
Doing rap for the sake of rock oh how
Not like Creed's creed, but a bit inveterate
Lay down style from blacks don't piss taste Anti

By the way, brother, stop being a jerk here
Let's lay the tablecloth as smooth as grandma's yes
Hip-hop is like drag, but in the sense of rushing
Thoughts in the forehead rapak is so pure chatter

But if you're in the mood, bracho means a bang
This stavchik is welded and we roll further like the Ural
Past the rappers that they're reading fucking like this right now
And with this jerk, I’m still dreaming of being at the top

Here every track is a stencil
Yesterday it’s still a trend, but tomorrow it’s not
But I write every verse as a portrait
The excitement is not lost - I'm in the game

While Beatlo warmed up with acapella
The bluff got stronger on the First BigBro
The parasite is looking forward to infecting
But no matter how you look at it, good will win

Chorus
Stop eating byaku
Stop touching the flask
Stop sniffing the hat
Stop listening to crap

Stop eating byaku
Stop touching the flask
Stop sniffing the hat
Stop listening to crap

Stop eating byaku
Stop touching the flask
Stop sniffing the hat
Stop listening to crap

Stop eating byaku
Stop touching the flask
Stop sniffing the hat
Stop listening to crap

My freedom is in the words of the totality of thoughts that I landed
From them I build my cities, completely dedicating the world to this and here to live
But in fact, I’m used to just wasting my life, but even this situation
As for me, it’s much better than cluttering your head with what you stubbornly want to feed

We all want to spend, but capital cannot be accumulated, I agree
And I fly into the beat like a ball into a basket, I score points, just swing
It's good to waste time on a stupid hat that completely dries out your brain
I don’t want to put stamps, I’m just asking you, bitch, wake up

And if the whole thing suddenly starts to smell like fagotism
I will leave this topic without any regrets without giving them the slightest chance of getting behind the walls of the Bastille
I’ll light the bridges at once, remaining true to my style.
Which, contrary to your common sense at times, continues to grow in strength

Let them call me a savage and a madman, let them compare me with Pontius Pilate, who crucified Jesus.
Average standard and old-fashioned inarticulate will be kicked out of the party
I don’t give a fuck at all, I’m an artist, my nose doesn’t belong here if I don’t have taste
I got lost in the instructions so I stopped following the given course