Oxxxymiron - Город под подошвой минус
текст песни

Don Lee, Volga Lee flows - Kotomka on the shoulder,
Pain in the chest is there a posikh, open with a rubber, not the key.
How many miles still, the short one was not counting,
Long dusty chest, the van is packed by boxes with Merch.

Believe - Pintartit, our beds are portable.
Messenter two ways - corporate or apartment.
Schemes of the same type, all now MC, because,
Change of breeding, we have reached the change of paradigm.

Now rap multiparty, battlov feeding,
I look in the mirror on the type "How many misfortunes are you!"
I would enslave the whole rap, but all the way on the road,
The industry has a nervous tick - valocardine angina.

Collect the court, but the winners do not judge.
We are the first Croanonians - we gave out in people.
Not pussy, I put on you, chely, five times,
After all, we spell strongly, as if the jaw of Peteitront.

After all, my rap, if short, about the fact that
Over the year who is a city under the sole.
Mountain when rusted, then under the mountain when nauseous,
I am not the fact that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole.
City under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duty, fees and customs.
I do not know, in the grotto or on the bottom of this track,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole.

Past poplars, ripe bread fields,
Where the ghost of Yesenin, Cross, Prayer, firings.
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky over it.
We will be overcome if not, I do not Aquarius.

Our land is heading loners as puppies,
It was someone else's ocher, damage, Ilya - more than a family.
The bomb was composed at night that there are urine finished
I wanted to belong to something more than me.

The world is empty, even with each second one will give out,
I am not a bioreobot with a positive liberation of the Komsomolets.
Relive me from your Panacea, home Paracels,
After all, for me to eat - in itself.

He was thinking - we were shy, Tony Stark as standard,
Couple of countries, motorways: Krasnodar, Tatarstan,
MoscowBad. Passports us estrad bait
Though in the Moscow Ring Road at the start, even at Madagascar.

You know, all my rap, if short, about the fact that
Over the year who is a city under the sole.
Mountain when rusted, then under the mountain when nauseous,
I am not the fact that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole.
City under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duty, fees and customs.
I do not know, in the grotto or on the bottom of this track,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole.

Let Silenok do not roll here and do not break. There is a route
And there is a settlement on the track, and we are waiting there today.
Nikhatk, do not be feminine,
Ruslana on the deck of soundtracks for the journey.

Again fucked out, again the rise fell,
Again bookings, again the road, bag behind your back.
Everything is asporated, if the rain, rain, overcast.
Bridge in Asgard after, let it simply be lucky with transport.

I do every couple a self-portrait,
Often a check, read rap as a speech therapist under marath.
Stencil on parapets, logo on the wall,
Everywhere my learning to all like Magomet with Bafomet.

I'm a star? Give a warm plaid and a hood,
Wipes Wood wipe - and everything, the mark "Good".
Previously, they said "I would not go with him in intelligence" -
I did not go to the tour with you, you did not pass the check.

Homie, know my rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Over the year who is a city under the sole.
Mountain when rusted, then under the mountain when nauseous,
I am not the fact that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole.
City under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duty, fees and customs.
I do not know, in the grotto or on the bottom of this track,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole