Oxxymiron - Город под подошвой
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Oxxxymiron:
Don whether the Volga flows, a knapsack on his shoulder
Breast pain - there is a secretary opened by Fomka, not a key
How many miles are still, the flight was short not counted
A long dusty shit, a van is filled with boxes with a merchant

We believe - Flytartitis, our beds are portable
Menestrel two ways - a corporate party or an apartment
Schemes are the same, everything is now MC
After all, the shift is generating, we have reached the change of paradigm here

Now rap is multi -party, Batlov
I look in the mirror by type: "How many troubles you got!"
I would have enslaved all the rap, but all the time
The industry has a nervous tick, shaft, angina pectoris

Collect the court, but the winners are not judged
We are the first Cro -Magnons, we got into people
Do not fuck, I put on you, servants, five times
After all, we are strongly, like the jaw of the Pithecanthropus

Chorus:
My rap, in short about the fact that
It is a year that the city is under the sole
To the mountain when rushing, then under the mountain when sickening
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the sole

City under the sole, city under the sole
Traffic lights, state fees, fees and customs
I don't know this path to the grotto or to the bottom
You live under a heel, I have a city under the sole

Second verse:
Past poplars and ripe bread of fields,
Where in the leading Yesenin the cross is a prayer, fir -trees
From Minivine I see the earth, I see the sky above it,
We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius.
Our Earth drings loners like puppies
Was a stranger, but security, damage, Ilya more than family
I composed a bomb at night, I filled everything out of urine
I so wanted to belong to something more than me
The world is empty, at least with every second, recognize
I am not a biorobot with a positive Komsomolfish skir
Hey, save me from your panic, home parasels
After all, for me to fuck the very end, tired
We don’t give a shit, Tony Stark, as a standard of a couple of countries, auto tracks, Krasnodar, Tatarstan
Moscow passports to you, we’ll be pop
At least at the Moscow Ring Road to the start, at least for Madagascar,
You know all

Chorus:
My rap, in short about the fact that
It is a year that the city is under the sole
To the mountain when rushing, then under the mountain when sickening
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the sole

City under the sole, city under the sole
Traffic lights, state fees, fees and customs
I don't know this path to the grotto or to the bottom
You live under a heel, I have a city under the sole

The third verse:
Give me strength here, do not turn off and not break
There are routes, there are a settlement on the highway
And there they are waiting for us today, a whiner do not be feminine
Ruslans have a trip on the Soundtracks
Again the fucking is sleepy, the rise again
Again armor, again road, bag behind the back
Everything is hastily, if it is so damp, rain, cloudy
Bridge to Asgard, after you are just lucky with transport
I make each of my verse self -portrait
Often we read rap like a speech therapist under a marath
Stencil on parapets, logo on the wall everywhere
My teaching is all like a magician with a Bafomet
I'm a star, give a warm blanket and a hood of a napkin
Wipe the ass and all the answer is good
I even said I would not go to intelligence with him
I didn't go to the tour with you, you didn't go a check
Hawmi, know!

Chorus:
My rap, in short about the fact that
It is a year that the city is under the sole
To the mountain when rushing, then under the mountain when sickening
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the sole

City under the sole, city under the sole
Traffic lights, state fees, fees and customs
I don't know this path to the grotto or to the bottom
You live under a heel, I have a city under the sole