Panopticum - Fenom
текст песни

Victory is ours
Black, yellow and white banner
Here is a nation of Slavs
After the meeting you give your testimony
Pure in spirit but dirty
The rivals fucked everything up
Cold Siberia is in touch with you
Bears on the streets, no shit
Our city is an enclave
And you are a hero only behind the keyboard
Gray cardinal among the conclave
And Russia is mother
Drill from both banks of the Ob
Full clip
The sound of chambering a cartridge
Fucks like a bumper
On the beat NSC
This is the product under the mask
Everything is quiet for our own
We stir things up without too much publicity
Sons of bitches helmet fuck marketing
On the streets truth is in authority
Fifty-four, priority
You smell like mothballs, a rarity
This is Novosib, everyone here is their own
A rapper with a manicure, there's no place for them
In harsh latitudes we grew, we grew stronger
You are not men, you are their replicas
Fierce sound is my potential
All your tracks are impotence of the mind
Rhymes and beats are my arsenal
It's a hard time, stay strong Russia