Rigos, Bluntcath, молодой калуга - Призрак подземки
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I'm a ghost of the subway
Echo of tunnels
My voice is forever lost in the chain of subway stations

I admire three generations of Holkars
Each of these guys is a genius

There are many phantoms here
They feel at home here
Wandering between the platforms

We have more freedom here than
The fat cats in their mansions
Having seen it all, no one is broken

Mysterious are the ways
Even the terminus is not a dead end
The main thing is
Don't be stupid
The express train will reach the very peak

Menelik has been guiding me since birth
Many have changed their faces since then
A glare of sun on black lenses
I play the long game, I'm not a freak

I'm unlikely to reach the surface
The ventilation shaft meshes are welded shut
Both in Uptown and Under Inferno
I value my reputation in the game for a long time

Even if it's the last time we see each other
As usual, we won't kiss
K Through the thorns to the stars
Strike a lighter at four twenty

You can fly underground
In the end, we'll all be in heaven
I'm not going to a government yard
Our own sun shines here

Our waves will cause an aftershock
Maybe even after you've already recovered
They'll still remember your trick shot
The outcome is never a foregone conclusion

We're like worms in the trembling earth
Digging peat so you can understand
It's like a schoolchild's personal diary
Every text of mine is like a limerick

We've dug tunnels here
The style is explosive like shrapnel
Our brother speaks so clearly
I've gone as gray as Ravanelli

As always, I'll talk about everything in this novella
Purely on references, without inventing great things
We build our schemes like Machiavelli
Our catacombs are like cells

Our burrows are gold mines
I'm reading Since Windows XP
Textiles with their own prints
Every bro spawns in style

A hearse driver must know how to dig
Underground style is our scourge
We'll throw them all in their faces
We're getting high, the microphone is my gear

Like diggers in a pipe, at full height
A convoy of street knowledge follows me
Okkervil is my outpost
We continue to comb

I took another step and I bypass mines
I'm grinding shit while Lime kneads clay
I made money the way it will be more effective
And I'm high now, because I'm high on sativa

If Kaluga is building a building, we're stirring up style
This is Broch Street, not just style
My bros, plugs, plugs, and MTTYA style
If I can't solve it with words, bro, I'll get a stick

If I can't solve my moment, I'll get a stick
Closely tied to the neighborhood
There are illegal items here In bulk
We only did wrong for those who made the rules

I'm a young father, I have to pick up the paperwork
I'm worried about my family, I call my mom often
It's so she can worry less
I know she senses every trouble

By skinny with my eyes closed
Oops, we found and punished
Making a dirty gwap is a test
You must have brains and balls

You were on fire, but now it's ashes
I'm smoking a scythe, throwing money down the drain
They know me, but I don't know them
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