ДЕН ЧЕЙНИ - Задеть за живое
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I'll hit you where it hurts, without touching any spikes.
You're just space before the Big Bang – there's nothing in you.
This citizen lives on a forum.
Like an ancient Greek homeless person.
Your rap won't pass, like a robot through a captcha.
Like a virus from a porn site – it's for nerds.
It's something no one needs, and it's free.
Your rap is like a broken key – it goes down.
Sick animal, Hedgehog in the Fog.
What you've been through is a plague.
For you, a battle is a dark forest and a gangbang.
You look up at the tree trunks.
Appearances are deceiving: you called yourself a hedgehog.
But you rushed to the life preserver like a pig.
You need to hit your opponent where it hurts.
And there's not a single spot left on him.
Vsyach dried out the hedgehog, the hedgehog is thirsty.
The hedgehog is an anchor at the bottom of the food chain.
Stuck at the bottom, but floats back up.
Former drug addicts are not It happens, bro
It's like you need to go to hell
But it's like you don't – Schrödinger's Hedgehog
By bringing the hedgehog back on board, they won't gain, they'll lose
A life preserver with holes
You clung to it, and of course you
I didn't give a damn about the battle like I would about a pharmacy scale
Whoever doesn't care about the battle won't come back to it if they give you a chance
You took a shit on the battle without taking your pants off
You fly off the field without wings
Like a leather ball, and that's your exit
I'll clean up in style
This creature's barb isn't dangerous, because it's already been shaved off
You label it – I'll tag it
The hedgehog didn't realize he was high, and it killed him
A lemming falls off a cliff, now he's a guinea pig
Do you want to hurt something "live"? Hold my beer!
A half-star like Jupiter, you'll never win.
Even if you can use metaphors and epithets.
Dashes and fast flows, you can, you can even sing.
But battles aren't your thing – you don't know how to hate.
Hedgehog in the Fog.
You think too much of yourself – you're a hedgehog in mania.
In the game, our roles are hardly equal:
I'm a hero, and you're a bot – a hedgehog in the "fog of war."
This is the most important battle of your fucking life.
But you've been overpraised; in a pitiless world, a hedgehog is a predator.
You're stuck in the battle, not caring about it at all:
It's hard to be a sucker if you're a "hedgehogfish."
And you don't live for battles.
You rent a hedgehog costume for battle dates.
You put on the character and step into the ring.
But this hedgehog costume is itchy. From the inside
You're talking nonsense, hedgehog, let's be honest.
After all, you don't give a damn about your character.
And your name is Misha, you're something else.
Looks like even Misha doesn't give a damn about the hedgehog.
You're Supersonic – you're also driving.
You immediately curled up into a ball out of fear.
If you don't hit a nerve, you're rolling off the tour.
With a tailwind like a tumbleweed.
Before this fight, this Supersonic.
Have time to take every judge's ring already.
He's keeping his head above water, holding on like a cucumber.
This isn't a solo battle, it's a pickle soup.
They still won't show you the door.
You're obstructing traffic – you're a police hedgehog on the highway.
God asked you, "Well, why aren't you talking?"
Taking his dick out of his mouth, the hedgehog replied, "I believe."
Didn't Digga find you? Lucky.
A stung hedgehog is a pathetic creature.
The face of your battle, its smell is stale:
Hedgehogs eat shit, you are what you eat.
You label them, I tag my finger.
The hedgehog didn't realize he was in withdrawal, and it killed him.
The lemming falls off a cliff, now he's a guinea pig.
Want to touch something "live"? Hold my beer! A half-star like Jupiter, you won't be a winner.
Even if you can handle metaphors and epithets.
Dashes and fast flows, you can, you can even sing.
But battling isn't your thing – you don't know how to hate.
Keykulya simply demolished you, you didn't suck dick.
They simply emptied a gun full of gay bullets into you.
Your opponent won't let you live, he's just shooting.
Say something to me – the answer is, "So what?" To take you seriously, like a bouquet
You need to be placed in something
I outgrew you on the basis of battle rap
On the scorched earth beyond the burned bridges
To grow, I grind your bones into flour
You're not a hip-hop warrior – a mercenary of the armchair troops
You're online, like a chat bot, battle rap is a sport
Where punchers blow their minds like a moose on the highway
Without touching the spikes
I'm arranging the return of a sea urchin to the sea
And Valhalla awaits me just like a madhouse
Come here, bitch, try to touch me where it hurts