Papa Rapa - Кассетная бомба
текст песни

Life flies like flakes of ash from a balcony
Fates are crunching.like yellow snow under a sneaker
The boys are relaxing in brimbecks under the sun
They smoke so heavily that they can’t even remember anything
Although there were bright years of Crazy Balon
All the brothers in jeans are wider than the sky and stars
The huntsman pours, the rap is read until the hiccups
I'm very pleased with the new cap and sneakers
We waited until Saturday and filled up the Toyota at Shell.
We're going out of town, resting by the river until we're in a coma.
For rap, of course, you can advise for a long time
We write tracks on tape - cluster bomb
All the fucking chicks go to the sea in the summer
And here we are, we have no fucking cache, but fuck it
Let's climb onto the roof to eat feta and bourbon
Let's see how the train moves slowly
But it's time to live like a responsible adult
They have Lenin and Trotsky there, we have Zelya and Porokh
Life is, as it were, heavier than air
Especially if there are only the North Pole without idiots
All that is bad is IPSO, bluff and bullshit
The neighbor puts on Meladze - a rare ass
Tipok crawls on a purple jacket
His dream is to make a rap and eat some bread with caviar
This is the time, it should be interesting later
The Kents were scattered like skittles on the floor
I fell into this world like salting sprats
God drives the demon away with a stream of meta-irony
In this world everyone is fucked and that's all
No, no, but now you can believe
There are several hundred under the rubble of the building
Six million in the trunk of the rover
It seemed that sometimes you live like everyone else, little by little
You rhyme as well as Eminem from Detroit
Then you find yourself among the Greeks in Europe
No one needs the fuck here or at home