Rickey F - Точка кипения
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part 1

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This life is almost paradise, crumpled, clean.
Count the floors while you fly down.
*8: 00, do not forget to accept the morning dose*
This life is almost paradise, in a glass, a breeze.

This life is almost paradise, crumpled, clean.
Count the floors while you fly down.
*21: 00, do not forget to take an evening dose*
This life is almost paradise, in a glass, a breeze.

The revolution has been successful,
Forbidden by Pushkin with Uspensky,
Nietzsche and Castondo,
The center is forgotten, there is no castes here.
Of the musical instruments only castonets,
The world has sunk in pseudoidia
Artists and poets destroyed everyone to one.
Any creative potential is suppressed -
Let you sang or dancing there.
People in a physical and moral corral,
And by law
Daily you need to introduce a dose of the drug
From a syringe resembling a reduced perfume.
Each has a GPS navigator under the skin,
To stay forever
Point on the map in the leader’s office,
There is, as it were, there is no choice.
The world has changed coordinate
No churches and cardinals
Rewards and orders were canceled,
People are only a set of coordinates.
This world seems to be perfect, there are no viruses, diseases,
But then one decided that the sick, but feeling more useful.
And what it was - I just forgot to accept or a failure,
But one of the points on the map boiled - get ready to kneel!

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part 2

Chorus

My brain boils from the number of Aquarius
On the battles, regardless of the zodiac sign
I’ll overcome a couple more.
Rickey -Biff - Zabiyaka,
Master of atrocities,
I apologize if my texts were touched by someone here.

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We buy boiling freesh from brains and avocados,
My lawyer refuses to speak without his lawyer
Aircraft so as not to fall clouds on the clouds
Apocalypse in the twelfth, but for now?
In the meantime, the world goes crazy, superman is getting sick of cryptonite,
The nectarine wins the victorine on the muses,
A year later, the apogee, there are no secrets, someone will find out that his dad is gay.
Someone has a cat in boots, someone has a coke in a boot.
Entire cities are watered with cuirassin, repeat the history of Nagasaki and Hiroshima
People die, well, dick with them.
The bullet does not have to once, everywhere the conflict is a resource
For the good of the end of the world, I am glad to try!
The country is ruled by a crab and a bear, and the Internet - seer and flogging,
And the hand of the law caresses the government body,
This body is ponto,
And I feel like a genital organ, because constantly in graters with gondones.

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And now the verse is about Battle, I have to win,
So that you do not have to work out hunchbacked on the Arbat,
I'm not a migrant worker.
In the palette of the emotions of my opponents, I replaced laughter for crying,
But the execution is not terrible for me if Palach is for me
Another snotty text of Skomkan and again in the garbage bucket of efforts
Battle - our common scope
But I sniff a traffic jam on Kutuzovsky, and you are in an expensive restaurant.
Apply with your sharp languages ​​at least three hundred wounds to me
My soul stuck to the heels from the inside like a burdock,
But this is not a point, no, rather a comma boil.
I won’t give the opponent hello and respect, we have not scared him in the bar
And even if you are not Margarita, but you are with the master in pairs.
Selected rappers do not pass the qualifying, but climb into the couple persistently.
And people still quote Homer,
But less often a philosopher, and more and more often a bald guy with a donut.

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