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Left the house, emerged from a coma
Only the gods are above, I've found what I was looking for
The patterns are embroidered from years of heavy drinking
But the juices haven't been squeezed out, on the Sorrel microphone
This sound will crush you with the weight of a bison
What did you want there? You were waiting for my solo
What did you want there? Trade winds, monsoons
Where the wind blows and what it will bring
Hey-yo, there's nothing simple
Top rhymes, top flow
They're sinking your fleet, it's been at the bottom for a long time
Just like your chick, you're the bottom yourself
You won't be bored with me
This isn't a party with McDuck Scrooge
A dance of the dead in the arms of an octopus
And your hangover is my amusement in the morning
An unrecognized genius has flown off its hinges
Someone sweated, and I soared
Someone opened their mouth and spouted bullshit
I'm elated, I soar above everyone
My crew will put everyone on the hook
Send a beacon to Sorrel if your IQ is okay
This is my radio control panel where they sing while dying
And live with a song for those who are completely screwed
From my cabins, all my ships
Like skeletons from the closet. I'm drawing a parallel
The dead fly out and fly off their hinges
Come alive in my flow, ready to lay down some whips
This is a warm-up before the big release
Sorrel liberated calypso
Your rap artists are worse than football players
Bang-bang, hasta la vista
A couple of idiots, let off some steam, friend
A couple of true ones, posting something on rap.ru
It's hard work, to draw your own circle, not to spawn
Understand who's cool and who's in the circle
Who's your friend and who's a bastard (and who's a bastard)

You wanted to take over Sin City
But all you could do was rip your tights
You slap your forehead against everyone wearing epaulets
And what the fuck can you say, it's in your throat
In my city, they don't divide things equally
My city is constantly stoned
You, of course, call An ambulance
While your bones haven't been fed yet
The wheels are clattering
You're being taken to hell
You're not making money
Neither you nor a bunch of whores
You're teaching me wrong, bro
You took what wasn't yours in vain
Now go to hell
You and a bunch of whores
I'll go the distance
I'll punch right through
Bazaar for rebellion
Forget their name
I smile sarcastically, I know the trick
It's the chemistry of sound and my charisma
It's the spirit that rose under my aegis
I flipped through and started a new book
A new plot for my new life
Cuffs are tearing and veins are breaking
They say I can't reach the top
A bunch of fakes, I'm cut from a different cloth
I would live differently
In comfort and chic
I'm letting you ruin my life
And that's hardly a mistake
A couple of fools, let off some steam, friend
A couple True, they post something on rap.ru
It's hard work, to draw your own circle, not to spawn.
Understand who's cool and who's just a scumbag.
Who's your friend and who's a bastard (and who's a bastard).

Why did I come back for your scalp?
You confused Sky with Skype
Confused an emerald with a pebble
I won't die today and I won't die tomorrow
Tomorrow a Land Cruiser will run you over
Tomorrow there won't be any teeth to bite
Tomorrow may never come
So today everything is in its place
The star has gone out
Walking through dreams
Hello, heaven
Hello, heaven
No one can hear you up there
God has earplugs and sharpened his skis
Here they take you to the water for those who are offended
Here they don't give a damn for those who are offended
You're dragging a cross out of your own lies
Why were you born, why did you live
I brought you a mask, here, take it
If you start lying, then lie to the end
I've warmed up nicely after the pause
Now I'm shooting like a German Mauser
Crystal clear, while the world is smashed
I'm in armor cuirass
Everything will happen, but not right away
The new sketch is slightly blurry
Clamped in a vice, free yourself
You'll have to strain yourself, like a Chinese
I'm added to the sun
My name is Sorrel
Amidst sleepless nights
You seek weight
And I am weightlessness