Oxxxymiron - Oxxxymiron - Больше Бена
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And so every God's day:
More money more cases, more virgins, more demons ...
But how skin does not climb -
The same sky, the same credo, more Ben, Porchy Demo gave ...
We seem to us here:
Thicker Snow, thinner walls, more arrows, shuffling decades ...
And so every God's day:
More money, more cases, more virgins, more demons ...

[VERSE 1: Oxxxymiron]
Used to be how? Logic of war:
We either they. Here are strangers
Fronts are divided
Everything is simple, crystal clear
All that was yesterday is at all kindergarten and nursery. Not now
After all, the farther, the more selected subtexts
On both blades in the sandbox it became closely
Here so, in each box Double bottom
Each house has a black move and in the trummest secret door
Power is gear under rhinoplasty
Fingers on the joystick and you already part of her
And then, how are you finely trol
Whether drug carrier, or drug control
And maiden watching ok yoko it
Cocoon Locks, Flying as Laocon
Hundreds of puzzles, what a mordor is here - Shir,
Around one Sudoku-turning ...

[Hook: Oxxxymiron]
And so every God's day:
More money more cases, more virgins, more demons ...
But how the skin does not climb:
Also the sky, too, Credo, more Ben, Porchy Demo gave ...
We seem to us here:
Thicker Snow, thinner walls, more arrows, shuffling decades ...
And so every God's day:
More money, more cases, more virgins, more demons ...

[VERSE 2: OCC]
What do you see for my grimace
Behind the makeup, hood, black and white mask
For a pseudonym, for mime, behind the meme
Back-ms, not distinguvented from the gray mass?
Or the curve ruined from nowhere
In search of raw materials on you exacting 32 teeth
Safety Lyubu of Being, grin of august
Currently Cheshire Strumps from Ear, to Ear
Yeahaa, all this i, inquisitive offspring
Yeaaaa, I am a character collecting
Yeahaa and you subconsciously created me
Enough with you, now I am an independent monster!
Ocher - a rare bird, as if the god of
Acknowledged as the traditions of Bochra
And I am a child of the pristine chaos
This FaustOndomous Mirror is on the phallus!

[Hook: Oxxxymiron]
And so every God's day:
More money more cases, more virgins, more demons ...
But how the skin does not climb:
Also the sky, too, Credo, more Ben, Porchy Demo gave ...
We seem to us here:
Thicker Snow, thinner walls, more arrows, shuffling decades ...
And so every God's day:
More money, more cases, more virgins, more demons ...

[VERSE 3: Oxxxymiron]
Hero - Glory, Warm - Mountains of Zlata
Conservatives - same-sex marriage and bare breakfast
And I only only the zone, were doctors
But something sticks out of the back:
I am an angel, or brontosaur
We are in the throne halls
But as Baron and Vassalov Valtasar
You will be allowed on the blue fat
The whole code overboard, I'm not Europe with NATO
But the fifth year, as I lead Russian hip-hop to the West
Said to hold the lot, but I, what mother gave birth
We manage to decease Cadillack
Reading in him by Alexander Dum
Go out, as if nothing had happened and say: "How are you?"
Thomas let the disbelief whine
Fuck me your labels: we build an empire from scratch and beaten
While the sky is Fenrir with a leash
Does not shut down, having fallen luminous as stucco from the ceiling