YarmaK - Бом диги бом
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Бом - диги - бом, диги - диги, бом - бом,
Это Fame и YARMAK стучатся в твой дом,
Мы ярче, чем молния, громче, чем гром,
Мы здесь для того, чтоб устроить погром!
Бом - диги - бом, диги - диги, бом - бом,
Это Fame и YARMAK стучатся в твой дом,
Мы ярче, чем молния, громче, чем гром,
Силу нашей музыки чувствуй нутром!
Прочувствуй нашу силу, бро, я с майком, как с мячом Леброн,
При всей моей агрессии, я также за добро,
Со мной мой доктор Dre, когда мы вместе у микро,
Любой величины МС становится, будто микроб!
Поклон старейшинам, олдовой гвардии,
У трона гарпии, но я принес новую хартию,
Наши штандарты захватили регион на карте,
Мой легион у стен и я начну атаку в марте!
На мне доспехи, мой успех - не в распитых бокалах,
Сам в себе воспитываю силу, как воин Вальхаллы,
Мой флоу - как меч, мои рифмы летят, как картечь,
Fake-МС - в печь, мы пришли, чтобы город зажечь!
Мой орден верен дворцу и короне,
Верен идее и верен себе,
Тут подлецы всю культуру хоронят,
Что не поэт, то циник и плебей.
И мной не правит ни жадность, ни эго,
В этом забеге не обойтись нам без борьбы,
Тем, кто за годы не убил в себе человека,
Добро пожаловать в наши ряды!
Бом - диги - бом, диги - диги, бом - бом,
Это Fame и YARMAK стучатся в твой дом,
Мы ярче, чем молния, громче, чем гром,
Мы здесь для того, чтоб устроить погром!
Бом - диги - бом, диги - диги, бом - бом,
Это Fame и YARMAK стучатся в твой дом,
Мы ярче, чем молния, громче, чем гром,
Силу нашей музыки чувствуй нутром!
В этом лютом замесе два прохаванных MC,
Кого-то мы бесим, но мы в рэпе - словно Нэймар и Месси,
Ловите наш месседж: тру - это труд,
Либо ты - труп и плевать, что там трутни трут.
Тут словно тучи сгустились, все носят GUCCI, на стиле,
Мы крестоносцы, сучки, вас постигнет участь бастилий,
Тут не игра престолов, всё мутим по-простому,
Мы катим в тур, а вы ногой - на те же грабли снова!
На сцене куплеты читать - это вам не втыкать в интернете видосы,
На микрофоне ты - ноль, в комментах - великий философ,
Каждый хочет быть боссом, но вы похожи на птенчиков, выпавших из гнезда,
Вы в рэпе - новая школа, но в универ экзамен не сдан!
Пускай пылает Вавилон - burn, fire, burn!
Пока в моей душе ещё не погас огонь,
Пусть эта музыка поднимет вас высоко,
Позовёт летать без оков!
И будет мирным небо на этой земле,
В своей борьбе за правду, братья, будем сильней,
Холодная зима уступит своё место новой весне,
И нам засветит солнце, словно во сне!
Бом - диги - бом, диги - диги, бом - бом,
Это Fame и YARMAK стучатся в твой дом,
Мы ярче, чем молния, громче, чем гром,
Мы здесь для того, чтоб устроить погром!
Бом - диги - бом, диги - диги, бом - бом,
Это Fame и YARMAK стучатся в твой дом,
Мы ярче, чем молния, громче, чем гром,
Силу нашей музыки чувствуй нутром!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
We are here in order to arrange a pogrom!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
Feel our music with a gut!
Feel our strength, bro, I am with a Mike, like with the ball Lebron,
For all my aggression, I am also for good,
My doctor Dre is with me when we are together with micro,
Any magnitude of the MS becomes like a microbe!
Bow to the elders, Old Guard,
The Harpy throne, but I brought a new charter,
Our standards captured the region on the map,
My legion is at the walls and I will start an attack in March!
I have armor on me, my success is not in sawed glasses,
I bring up power in myself, like a warrior of valchals,
My Floo is like a sword, my rhymes fly like a buckshot,
FAKE -MS - to the oven, we came to light the city!
My order is faithful to the palace and the crown,
Faithful to the idea and is true to himself
Here the scoundrels bury the whole culture,
That is not a poet, then cynic and plebeian.
And neither greed nor the ego rules me,
We cannot do without a fight in this race,
Those who have not killed a person in themselves over the years,
Welcome to our ranks!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
We are here in order to arrange a pogrom!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
Feel our music with a gut!
In this fierce kneading two swayed MCs,
We are demoniad, but we are in rapped like Naimar and Messi,
Catch our message: Troops are work,
Or you are a corpse and do not care that the drones are rubbing there.
Here, as if clouds thickened, everyone wear Gucci, on the style,
We are crusaders, bitch, you will befell the fate of the bastions,
There is no game of thrones, we are just in a simple way,
We roll on a tour, and you with your foot - on the same rake again!
Reading on stage is not to stick vidos on the Internet,
On the microphone you are zero, in the comments - a great philosopher,
Everyone wants to be a boss, but you look like chicks who fell out of the nest,
You are in RAP - a new school, but not passed to the university!
Let Bavilon burning - Burn, Fire, Burn!
Until in my soul, the fire has not yet faded,
Let this music raise you high,
He will call to fly without shackles!
And the sky will be peaceful on this earth,
In our struggle for the truth, brothers, we will be stronger,
Cold winter will give in its place in the new spring,
And the sun will light up us, as if in a dream!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
We are here in order to arrange a pogrom!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
Feel our music with a gut!
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
We are here in order to arrange a pogrom!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
Feel our music with a gut!
Feel our strength, bro, I am with a Mike, like with the ball Lebron,
For all my aggression, I am also for good,
My doctor Dre is with me when we are together with micro,
Any magnitude of the MS becomes like a microbe!
Bow to the elders, Old Guard,
The Harpy throne, but I brought a new charter,
Our standards captured the region on the map,
My legion is at the walls and I will start an attack in March!
I have armor on me, my success is not in sawed glasses,
I bring up power in myself, like a warrior of valchals,
My Floo is like a sword, my rhymes fly like a buckshot,
FAKE -MS - to the oven, we came to light the city!
My order is faithful to the palace and the crown,
Faithful to the idea and is true to himself
Here the scoundrels bury the whole culture,
That is not a poet, then cynic and plebeian.
And neither greed nor the ego rules me,
We cannot do without a fight in this race,
Those who have not killed a person in themselves over the years,
Welcome to our ranks!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
We are here in order to arrange a pogrom!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
Feel our music with a gut!
In this fierce kneading two swayed MCs,
We are demoniad, but we are in rapped like Naimar and Messi,
Catch our message: Troops are work,
Or you are a corpse and do not care that the drones are rubbing there.
Here, as if clouds thickened, everyone wear Gucci, on the style,
We are crusaders, bitch, you will befell the fate of the bastions,
There is no game of thrones, we are just in a simple way,
We roll on a tour, and you with your foot - on the same rake again!
Reading on stage is not to stick vidos on the Internet,
On the microphone you are zero, in the comments - a great philosopher,
Everyone wants to be a boss, but you look like chicks who fell out of the nest,
You are in RAP - a new school, but not passed to the university!
Let Bavilon burning - Burn, Fire, Burn!
Until in my soul, the fire has not yet faded,
Let this music raise you high,
He will call to fly without shackles!
And the sky will be peaceful on this earth,
In our struggle for the truth, brothers, we will be stronger,
Cold winter will give in its place in the new spring,
And the sun will light up us, as if in a dream!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
We are here in order to arrange a pogrom!
Bom - Digi - Bom, Digi - Digi, Bom - Bom,
This Fame and Yarmak are knocking on your house,
We are brighter than lightning, louder than thunder,
Feel our music with a gut!
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