Noize MC feat. Damilola Karpow - Давай сбежим
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— About rap battles. I wanted to talk to you about that.
— Yeah.
— Honestly, good for you.
— Thanks.
— I can tell you quite frankly that when I first heard about it...
— Let me explain it to the viewers here:
— So, Oxxxymiron decided to bring back...
— ...this tradition of online rap battles.
— And then, all of a sudden, we found out that Egor Kreed had entered the fray.
— We were like: "Whoa, hold on, Egor—you’re walking straight into the lion's den!
— I mean, you’re going... Surely you realize that once you get in there...
— ...they’re just going to absolutely tear you to shreds." And yet, you made it all the way to...
— ...the 7th round—the *7th round!*—and then you bowed out. On your own terms, yeah.
— And you walked away! And look at this:
— Loc-Dog was up against you, and instead of...
— ...just trading disses back and forth...
— ...you guys teamed up and wrote a track together...
— —Yeah, a song.
— ...and instead of hurling insults at each other...
— ...you channeled it all into something positive and constructive.
— Yeah.
— Well, folks...
— ...make music, not war! — "Make music, not war!" – Kim Jong Un
— [Laughter]

Let's run away—phones on airplane mode
No Wi-Fi, no 4G, not a soul in sight
Just the sea stretching out and sand spreading wide
No cars anywhere—nothing but single-story buildings all around

Let's leave—goodbye, home
We'll turn off the water, lock the door, and put the hustle on hold
Or maybe we won't touch the water at all—*après nous, le déluge*
It would only serve to beautify all this soot-stained concrete

You know, this urban slaughterhouse is simply *mauvais ton*
There are only two emotions here: "pain" and "something's off"
I'm not ready to keep sweating through this grueling, high-strung marathon
Let's run away—and maybe, eventually, we'll even miss the snow, the traffic jams, and the subway

I want your eyes to gaze upon no one but me
I want your angelic voice to sing out heavenly melodies
I want to lie on the beach and gently ruffle your hair
This war isn't ours—come on, let's run, Yegor! When you sing with your
voice, sweet as molasses
All the flags of the Caucasus
Merge into a rainbow

And Lil Peep cries with happiness
Sitting on a cloud
Watching Khabib secretly dancing to your hit
In the locker room (hm-hmm)

When you sing with your
voice, sweet as molasses
All the flags of the Caucasus
Merge into a rainbow

And Lil Peep cries with happiness
Sitting on a cloud
Watching Khabib secretly dancing to your hit
In the locker room (hm-hmm)

Sanya Lochi, you're so soulful, like Vanya Kuchin
How many paydays have been squandered in barbecue joints listening to your chanson
Little heart The boy shrinks into a ball
It's a plastic cup, and rap is your boiling water

A ball and a boiling water, a ball and a boiling water
Others will be eaten alive by rhyme-wankers for such rhymes with shit
Everyone here will kiss your tailbone for such rhymes
They'll line up and caps lock on the forum

Listen, Sanya! Finish singing "Murka" for the client—get that grand
Then we'll down a shot together and talk about life, man
Our brown eyes were made for each other, it's true
In a deck full of sixes, you and I are the two trump aces

And it's time for us to get out of here, away from these bores
Hold me tight in an embrace sticky as tape
Unfurl my petals, teach me some new tricks
Drive me wild with your baritone whispering in my ear

When you sing with that voice of yours—
So velvety and tender—
Kirkorov would be ready to trade
Kolya Baskov in for you

And he feels like,
In his twilight years, he’s totally hooked
But nah, you decrepit old geezer, get lost—
We don't need a third wheel, Philipp
No, no

When you sing with that voice of yours—
So velvety and tender (so tender)—
Kirkorov would be ready to trade
Kolya Baskov in for you
(Golden cup, oh golden cup)

And he feels like,
In his twilight years, he’s totally hooked
But nah, you decrepit old geezer, get lost—
We don't need a third wheel, Philipp
No, no