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The song, which is already well known to visitors to the artist's concerts, was officially released only on September 21, 2015. Together with the premiere of the new video, the details of the concert mini-tour of the same name with stops in Kyiv, Voronezh, Volgograd, Saratov, Samara, Ufa, Yekaterinburg, Krasnoyarsk, Novosibirsk were announced.
"City under the sole" - from Oksimiron for all fans!
Video made and produced by Fancy Shot (fancyshot.com)
Directed by Martim Condeixa
Producer - Dmitry Muravyov
Art director - Petr Bondarenko
Director of photography - Leandro Ferrão
Lyrics on site!
[Verse 1]
Whether Don, whether Volga flows. Kotomku - on the shoulder
Chest pain - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not with a key
How many more miles? Short flight didn't count
Long dusty scratch, van full of boxes of merch
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable
Minstrel - two ways: corporate party or apartment building
The schemes are the same. Everybody now MC
After all, having generated a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here
Now rap is multiparty. Battles spawned
I look in the mirror like "How much trouble have you done!?"
I would have enslaved all rap, but all the time on the road
The industry has a nervous tic, valocordin - angina pectoris
Gather the court, but the winners are not judged
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have become people
Don't fuck! I lay on you, servants, five times
'Cause we stick out strong like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Past poplars and ripe bread fields
Where are Yesenin's ghosts, a cross, a prayer service, oil
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it
We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius
Our land drowns singles like puppies
Was a stranger, but Okhra, Corruption, Ilya - more than a family
He composed a bomb at night that he stuffed urine
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me
The world is empty, at least get acquainted with every second
I'm not a biorobot with a positive lyba Komsomol member
AY! Deliver me from your panacea
Home Paracelsus, because for me * bash is an end in itself
Tired? We don't give a fuck, Tony Stark as standard
A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad
Passports, din of the stage, like hot cakes
At least along the Moscow Ring Road "at the start, at least to Madagascar (You know!)
[Chorus]
All my rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole
Uphill when pret. Then downhill when sick
I'm not like Gulliver, but still the city is under the sole
City under the sole, city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom
You live under the heel, I have the city under the sole
[Verse 3]
Give strength here, do not collapse and do not break
There is a route and there is on the track locality
And they are waiting for us there today. Whine, don't be feminine
Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey in his deck
Again *blo fell asleep, again the rise is dark
Again bronik, again the road, the bag - behind the back
Everything hastily, shit in the field, rain, overcast
Bridge to Asgard - after, let them just be lucky with transport
I make every verse a self-portrait
An hour on the check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marathon
Stencil on parapets: logo on the wall everywhere
My teaching is for everyone, like Magomed with Baphomet
I am a star? Give a warm blanket and a hood
Wipe your ass with napkins - and that's it, mark "Good"
They used to say "I would not go on reconnaissance with him"
I didn’t go on tour with you - you didn’t pass the test (Khoumi, know!)
[Chorus]
My rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole
Uphill when pret. Then downhill when sick
I'm not like Gulliver, but still the city is under the sole
City under the sole, city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom
You live under the heel, I have the city under the sole
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Oxxxymiron - City under the sole.
September, 2015.
Lyrics of the track "City under the sole":
Verse 1:
Whether Don, whether Volga flows. Kotomku - on the shoulder
Pain in the chest - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key.
How many more miles? The short flight did not count,
Long dusty scratch, van full of boxes of merch.
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable,
Minstrel - two ways: corporate party or apartment building,
The schemes are the same. Everyone is MC now.
After all, having created a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here.
Now rap is multiparty. Having spawned Battles,
I look in the mirror like, "How much trouble have you done!?"
I would have enslaved all rap, but all the time on the road,
The industry has a nervous tic, valocordin - angina pectoris.
Gather the court, but the winners are not judged,
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have become people,
Don't fuck! I lay on you, servants, five times,
After all, we act strongly, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus!
Chorus:
I'm not like Gulliver, but still, the city is under the sole,
Verse 2:
Past the poplars and the ripe bread of the fields,
Where are Yesenin's ghosts, a cross, a prayer service, oil,
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it,
We will overcome everything, if not, then I am not an Aquarius.
Our land drowns singles like puppies,
Was a stranger, but Okhra, Corruption, Ilya - more than a family,
He composed a bomb at night that he stuffed urine,
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me.
The world is empty, at least get acquainted with every second,
I'm not a biorobot with a positive look of a Komsomol member!
AY! Deliver me from your panacea
Home Paracelsus, because for me to fuck is an end in itself!
Tired? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark is the standard.
A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad.
Passports, din of the stage, like hot cakes.
At least along the Moscow Ring Road to the start, at least to Madagascar. (You know!)
Chorus:
All my rap, in short, about the fact that
What a year, what a city under the sole,
Uphill, when rushing - then downhill, when sick,
City under the sole, city under the sole,
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs,
I don't know if this path is to ford or to the bottom,
You live under the heel, I have the city under the sole!
Verse 3:
Give strength here, do not collapse and do not break.
There is a route, and there is a settlement on the highway.
And they are waiting for us there today. Whine, don't be feminine
Ruslan has soundtracks for the trip in his deck!
Again the fuck is asleep, again the rise is dark,
Again bronik, again the road, the bag is behind the back,
Everything hastily, shit in the field, rain, cloudy,
Bridge to Asgard - after, let them just be lucky with transport.
I make every verse a self-portrait
An hour on the check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marathon,
Stencil on parapets: logo on the wall everywhere
My teaching is for everyone, like Magomed and Baphomet.
I am a star? Give me a warm blanket and a hood
Wipe your ass with napkins - and that's it, mark "Good."
They used to say: “I wouldn’t go on reconnaissance with him”
I didn’t go on tour with you - you didn’t pass the test (Homy, know!)
Chorus:
My rap, in short, about the fact that
What a year, what a city under the sole,
Uphill when pret. Then downhill, when sick,
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole,
City under the sole, city under the sole,
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs,
I don't know if this path is to ford or to the bottom,
You live under the heel, I have the city under the sole!
Outro:
My whole life, whole-whole, whole life
Whole - whole, whole life on the road. (My whole life is a road).
Let's talk about the track in general: Oxxxymiron wrote the track actually about himself, i.e. "City under the sole" is, remotely, Oxxxymiron's autobiography. In the track, he exalts himself at the head of rap and, of course, humiliates other rap artists, but this is more a feature of the genre as a whole than the artist in particular.
Let's start parsing line by line:
Verse 1:
« Whether Don, whether Volga flows. Kotomku - on the shoulder
Chest pain - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not with a key»
- here Miron metaphorically reports his mental suffering, "chest pain - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not with a key." is a metaphor that tells us about a specific fact: Oksimiron was deeply psychologically wounded by someone.
« How many more miles? The short flight did not count,
Long dusty scratch, van full of boxes of merch.»
- some sources claim that the phrase " How many more miles? is a reference to the movie 8th mile", specifically, to the work Eminem « Lose yourself', although it's pointless to say so. " Long dusty brush"- this is a slang expression, meaning that Oksimiron's tour is long and dusty (this is due to the fact that the scale of the tour (see) Miron is very large), the phrase " van full of boxes of merch”, where “merch” (eng. merchandise) are goods with Oksimiron’s attributes, Miron reminds us of his own success (after all, “merch” is sold out incredibly quickly, so you “have to” literally fill them with the van on which Oksimiron travels.
« We believe - lucky, our beds are portable»
- here Miron says that he believes in his own success and about his lifestyle at the time of the tour.
« Our beds are portable»
- during the tour, Oksimiron and his companions sleep where they have to.
« Minstrel - two ways: corporate party or apartment building»
- (minstrel, originally - a medieval poet, specifically in the track - any performer, musician, artist).
This line says that every talented performer has a choice: an apartment or a corporate party (or, as Oksimiron said earlier: “Underground or a corrupt condom” (Gremlin's song)).
Those. the choice is this: either the performer pleases the audience, while receiving a lot of money, or performs what is interesting first of all to him, and then to the listeners.
« The schemes are the same. Everyone is MC now.
After all, having generated a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here.»
- before Miron, there was no diversity in Russian rap, there were only low-tech performers, but with the advent of Oksimiron, interest grew directly in him and in rap, as a genre, in general.
« Paradigm shift"- a change in the canons of Russian rap, or, which is unlikely, a reference to the album of the American nu-metal band Korn "The ParadigmShift".
« Now rap is multiparty. Having spawned Battles,
»
- here Miron gives the facts:
- Rap is now very popular, the scale of this genre has greatly increased, respectively, a large number of rap artists have appeared.
- Oksimiron was involved in the creation of the most popular battle in Russia - Versus Battle, which has become an integral part of Russian battle culture.
« I look in the mirror like, "How much trouble have you done!?"
I would have enslaved all rap, but all the time on the road.»
- a reminder that Miron has achieved tremendous success in his business, that he does not intend to stop there, he " all the time on the go to new heights.
"At industry nervous tic, valocordin - angina pectoris.»
- tension reigns in the field of rap,
« Valocordin - angina pectoris»
- kind of honey prescription (valocordin - a drug with a sedative (calming) effect, angina pectoris - a disease of the heart muscle, manifested by chest pain (Wikipedia)).
« Gather the court, but the winners are not judged»
- Miron emphasizes his own inviolability, his own greatness, perhaps the statement " winners are not judged"belongs to Empress Catherine II - perhaps she used it to protect A.V. Suvorov, whom they wanted to give to the court for disobeying the order. That is, Miron compares himself with Suvorov, he does not care about people with a different opinion, the fact remains - he is a winner.
« We are the first Cro-Magnons - we made it to the people.»
- (Cro-Magnons are the closest ancestors of modern people) this line tells that Oksimiron's team are pioneers, a developing group, which later became very popular, has achieved a strong position in the life of modern society.
« Don't fuck! I lay on you, servants, five times,
After all, we act strongly, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus!»
- Miron "recommends" other representatives of rap, calling them servants (the servants are the lord's servants under serfdom), to shut up, but immediately says that he does not care about their opinion, that he " laid» on them is contradictory statements.
« We stand strong, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus!»
- a comparative turn (in Pithecanthropus, the ancient ancestor of man, the jaw strongly protruded forward relative to the “face”).
Chorus:
« All my rap, in short, about the fact that
What a year, what a city under the sole.»
- and again Miron insists that he has achieved great success, that he has visited many cities.
« Uphill, when rushing - then downhill, when sick,
I'm not like Gulliver, but still, the city is under the sole.»
- Miron compares himself with Gulliver (" Gulliver's Travels", author J. Swift), because the latter reached such proportions that almost the whole city could be under his foot, and Miron himself is a great representative of his genre - such an analogy.
« Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.»
- common occurrences on a long journey (referring to his own tour).
« I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom.»
- here Oxy again notes that he does not know what the path he has chosen will lead to (in rap), but, as was said earlier: “ We believe - lucky».
« You live under the heel, I have the city under the sole!»
- in this line Miron expresses contempt for men - slaves of women.
Verse 2:
« Past the poplars and the ripe bread of the fields,
Where are Yesenin's ghosts, a cross, a prayer service, oil,
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it.»
- these lines simply describe the view from the car window.
« We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius.»
- since Oksimiron was born on January 31, 1985, according to the sign of the zodiac, he is Aquarius, that is, in the above lines, Miron says that he will never give up (according to the text: if he gives up, then it’s not him anymore.)
« Our land drowns singles like puppies." - direct meaning.
« Was a stranger, but Okhra, Corruption, Ilya - more than a family.»
- since Miron lived in England for a long time, he was originally a stranger in Russia, but now he has his own team, which he can call " more than family"(Ocher: backing vocalist Miron, who hides under a mask during performances, Porchy - a rap artist and beatmaker, a native of Portugal (he met Miron in England), Ilya Mamay - is engaged in Oksimiron's concert activities).
« He composed a bomb at night that he stuffed urine.»
- a bomb is a successful, "explosive" track, i.e., here Oksimiron tells that he composed a "powerful" track at night, filling it with rhymes, like a bomb with an explosive.
« I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me.
The world is empty, at least get acquainted with every second." - no metaphors.
« »
- since in the days of the USSR there was a political youth organization (the communist youth union), known for its kind of propaganda of "positive"
An example of a propaganda call:
"... close your eyes to adversity, smile - and everything will be fine."
Oksimiron takes the Komsomol as a standard of falseness and unnaturalness, unemotional behavior, i.e., in the line " I'm not a biorobot with a positive look of a Komsomol member!» Myron says that his text is sincere.
« AY! Deliver me from your panacea
Home Paracelsus, because for me to fuck is an end in itself!»
- (Panacea is a mythological universal remedy for all diseases, which was searched by alchemists (Wikipedia)) Oksimiron does not believe in miracles, he is determined.
« Tired? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark is the standard.»
— Oksimiron speaks about his tirelessness, comparing himself with Tony Stark, the hero of the comics of the MARVEL universe, Oxy also emphasizes his ideological commitment and dedication.
« A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad.»
- places where Oksimiron gave concerts.
« Passports, din of the stage, like hot cakes.
At least along the Moscow Ring Road to the start, at least to Madagascar.»
- Miron does not care about the place where he performs, he is ready to go anywhere.
Verse 3:
« Give strength here, do not collapse and do not break.
There is a route, and there is a settlement on the highway.
And they are waiting for us there today. Whine, don't be feminine.»
- Oksimiron turns to himself, although the schedule of performances is tight, the expectation of people serves as an incentive.
« Ruslan has soundtracks for the trip in his deck!»
- meaning songs with a guitar performed by a friend of Oksimiron (and a van driver during the tour).
« Again the fuck is asleep, again the rise is dark,
Again bronik, again the road, the bag is behind the back,
Everything hastily, shit in the field, rain, overcast.»
- phenomena accompanying long tours.
« Bridge to Asgard - after, let them just be lucky with transport.»
— (Asgard is a heavenly city in Scandinavian mythology, the abode of gods-aces (Wikipedia)),
Most likely, this phrase contains the following idea:
First, Oxy will fulfill his destiny on Earth, thereby, if he's lucky, he will perpetuate the memory of himself.
« I make every verse a self-portrait.»
- in his works, Miron talks a lot about himself, about his thoughts.
« An hour on the check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marathon.»
- it is noted that the thought that is desired to be conveyed to the listener is formed and pronounced directly and clearly (here marafet is cocaine).
« Stencil on parapets: logo on the wall everywhere
Oksimiron's logo depicted on the walls.
My teaching is for everyone, like Magomed and Baphomet!»
— (Mohammed is an Arab preacher, Baphomet is a satanic deity) Myron says that his logo began to be depicted in various places, also that his work is universal, it is for everyone.
« I am a star? Give me a warm blanket and a hood
Wipe your ass with napkins - and that's it, mark "Good".»
- Myron is not picky about the conditions of the external environment.
« They used to say: “I wouldn’t go on reconnaissance with him”
I didn’t go on tour with you - you didn’t pass the test (Homy, know!)»
- perhaps this is how Myron responded to Shocka'a's attacks, the last appeal confirms this theory.
Among other things, it can be noted that specifically from the "City Under the Sole" quite noticeably breathes with the depression of the author of the text.
*Note: this particular review can hardly be called critical (although in principle it is exactly that), since Oxxxymiron a worthy representative of his genre, a promising performer, respectively, he produces high-quality musical content.
Thank you for your attention!
Don, whether the Volga flows - a knapsack on the shoulder,
Pain in the chest - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key.
How many more miles? The short flight did not count,
Long, dusty scratch, van full of boxes of merch.
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable.
There are two ways for a minstrel - a corporate party or an apartment building.
Schemes are the same - everyone is now MC,
After all, having created a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here.
Now rap is multi-party, having spawned battles,
I look in the mirror like, "How much trouble have you done!"
I would have enslaved all rap, but all the time on the road,
The industry has a nervous tic - valocordin angina pectoris
Gather the court, but the winners are not judged.
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have become people.
Don't fuck, I'm betting on you, servants, five times,
Because we protrude strongly, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus.
All my rap, in short, about the fact that
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole.
Past the poplars and the ripe bread of the fields,
Where is Yesenin's ghost, prayer cross, oil
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it
We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not an Aquarius
Our land drowns singles like puppies,
Was a stranger, but OHRA, Porchy, Ilya - more than a family.
He composed a bomb at night that he stuffed urine,
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me.
The world is empty, at least get acquainted with every second,
I am not a biorobot with a positive look of a Komsomol member.
Hey, deliver me from your panaceas, homely Paracelsus,
After all, for me to fuck is an end in itself.
Tired - we don't give a shit, Tony Stark as the standard,
A couple of countries, highways: Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad.
Passports - there are popular bands,
At least along the Moscow Ring Road to the start, at least to Madagascar!
You know: all my rap, in short, is about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole.
Uphill, when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
City under the sole, city under the sole,
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.
I don't know if this path is to ford or to the bottom,
You live under a heel, I have a city under my sole.
Give strength here not to collapse and not break; there is a route
And there is a settlement on the highway, and they are waiting for us there today.
Whine, don't be feminine
Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey in his deck.
Again the fuck is asleep, again the rise is dark,
Again bronik, again the road, a bag behind his back.
Everything hastily, shit in the field, rain, cloudy
Bridge to Asgard, after that let it just be lucky with transport
I make every verse a self-portrait
Often we read rap like a speech therapist under a marathon.
Stencil on the parapets, logo on the wall,
Everywhere my teaching is to everyone, like Mahomet and Baphomet.
I am a star? Give me a warm blanket and a hood
Napkins - wipe your ass, and that's it, the mark is "good."
They used to say: “I wouldn’t go on reconnaissance with him” -
I didn’t go on tour with you, you didn’t pass the test.
Homie, know: my rap, in short, about what
Already which year which city is under the sole.
Uphill, when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole.
City under the sole, city under the sole,
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.
I don't know if this path is to ford or to the bottom,
You live under a heel, I have a city under my sole Is Don, Volga flows there - knapsack on his shoulder,
Chest pain - there taynichok open crowbar, not the key.
How many more miles? The flight was short does not count,
The long, dusty Sanchez, a van full of boxes with merch.
We believe - lucky, our portable bed.
Minstrel two ways - corporate or appartment.
Schemes of the same type - are all now MC,
After all, species change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here.
Now rap multiparty battle spawn,
I look in the mirror of the type "What troubles you bloat!"
I would whole rap enslaved, but the travel time,
In industry tic - valokordin stenokardiynym
Collect the court, but the winners are not judged.
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we were beaten out in people.
Do not bullshit me, I put to you, servants, five times,
After all, we stand strong, though the jaw of Pithecanthropus.
All my rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Past poplars and fields of ripe corn,
Where ghost Esenina Cross prayer, firs
From the van I see the ground, I see the sky above it
We will overcome everything, if not, then I do not smoke detector
Our land is drowning singles like puppies,
He was a stranger, but the guards, Porchy, Ilya - more than the family.
The bomb was composed at night, that is urine stuffed,
I wanted to belong to something larger than myself.
The world is empty, even made friends with every second,
I do not biorobot with positive lyboy Komsomolets.
Hey, save me from your panacea, home Paracelsus,
After all, for me ebashit - an end in itself.
Tired - we don't care, Tony Stark as standard,
Couple country highway Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad.
Passports - there is great demand Estrada,
Thought on the Ring Road at the start, even though Madagascar!
You know: my whole rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Already that year that city under the sole.
In the mountain when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I "m not that Gulliver, but still under the sole city.
city under the sole city under the sole
Traffic lights, state taxes, fees and customs.
I do not know, wade or on the bottom of the track,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole.
Let "s not silenok collapse and break; there is a route
And there on the track location and waiting for us out there today.
Whiner don't be feminine
Ruslan deck in the soundtracks to travel.
Again eblo sleepy again rise before dark,
Again Armor again the road, behind the bag.
All hastily, in the shit, rain, overcast
Bridge to Asgard, albeit after a lucky transport
I do every verse of his self-portrait,
Often h-rap as a speech therapist at marafet.
Stencil on the parapets, the logo on the wall,
Everywhere my teaching everyone how to Mohammed Baphomet.
I am a star? Give a warm blanket and a hood,
Napkins - wipe your ass, that's all, the mark "good".
They used to say: "I would be with him in intelligence did not go" -
I "m with you on tour did not go, you did not pass inspection.
Homie, know this: my rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Already that year that city under the sole.
In the mountain when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I "m not that Gulliver, but still under the sole city.
city under the sole city under the sole
Traffic lights, state taxes, fees and customs.
I do not know, wade or on the bottom of the track,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole
Whether Don, whether Volga flows. Knapsack - on the shoulder Pain in the chest - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key How many miles yet? A short flight did not count Long dusty hours, a van full of boxes with merch We believe - lucky, our beds are portable Minstrel - two ways: corporate party or apartment building The schemes are the same. All now MC After all, having created a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here. Now rap is multi-party. Having spawned Battles I look in the mirror like "How many troubles have you done!?" I would have enslaved the whole rap, but all the time on the road The industry has a nervous tic, valocordin - angina Gather the court, but the winners are not judged We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have made it to the people Do not fuck! I lay on you, servants, five times After all, we act strongly, like the jaw of a pithecanthropus All my rap, in short, is about the fact that for many years the city has been under the sole Uphill, when rushing. Then downhill, when I feel sick I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole City under the sole, city under the sole Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom You live under the heel, I have - a city under the sole Past poplars and ripe bread fields Where Yesenin's ghosts, a cross, a prayer service, oil From a minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius Our land drowns loners like puppies Was a stranger, but Ocher , Corruption, Ilya - more than a family I composed a bomb at night that I filled it with urine I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me The world is empty, at least get to know each second I'm not a biorobot with a positive smile of a Komsomol member AY! Deliver me from your panacea Homemade Paracelsus, because for me to fuck is an end in itself Tired? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark is standard A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad Passports, din of stages, snapped up At least along the Moscow Ring Road "at the start, at least to Madagascar (You know!) All my rap, in short, is about the fact that for many years now the city has been under the soles of Uphill, when rushing Then downhill, when I feel sick I'm not like Gulliver, but still the city under the sole The city under the sole, the city under the sole Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom me - the city under the sole Give me strength here, do not turn and do not break There is a route and there is a settlement on the highway And they are waiting for us there today. again the road, the bag - behind my back Everything hastily, shit in the field, rain, cloudy Bridge to Asgard - after, let it just be lucky with transport on the wall everywhere My teaching is for everyone, ka to Magomed with Baphomet Am I a star? Give me a warm blanket and a hood Wipe your ass with napkins - and that's it, mark "Good" They used to say "I wouldn't go on reconnaissance with him" I didn't go on tour with you - you didn't pass the test briefly, about the fact that for many years the city is under the sole Uphill, when rushing. Then downhill, when I feel sick I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole City under the sole, city under the sole Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom You live under the heel, I have - the city under the sole of My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road
Whether Don, whether Volga flows -
shoulder bag,
Chest pain - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key
How many more miles? The short flight did not count,
long dusty ches, the van is stuffed with boxes of merch,
we believe - lucky, our beds are portable,
minstrel - two ways: corporate party or apartment building;
the schemes are the same, everyone is now MC,
after all, having created a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here:
Now rap is multi-party, spawning battles,
I look in the mirror like "how much trouble you have done!".
I would have enslaved all rap, but all the time on the road,
the industry has a nervous tic, volacardine - angina pectoris
gather the court, but the winners are not judged,
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have become people,
Don't fuck with me, I'm betting on you, servants, five times, because
we protrude strongly, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus!
Whole
Past the poplars and the ripe bread of the fields,
Where is Yesenin's ghost, cross, prayer, oil,
From the minivan
I see the Earth, I see the sky above it,
we will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius
Our Earth drowns singles like puppies,
Was a stranger, but Okhra, Corruption, Ilya is more than a family
He composed a bomb at night that he stuffed urine
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me.
The world is empty, at least get to know each other,
I'm not a biorobot with a positive look of a Komsomol member,
Hey, deliver me from your panaceas,
Home Paracelsus, because for me to fuck is an end in itself
Tired? we don't give a shit, Tony Stark as standard
A couple of countries, highways, Krasnodar, Tatarstan,
Moskvabad, passports,
din of the stage, like hot cakes,
at least on the Moscow Ring Road to the start
even to Madagascar
(You know everything)
My rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole,
Uphill when rushing, then downhill when sick,
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole.
City under the sole, city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don't know if this path is to ford or to the bottom,
You live under a heel, I have a city under my sole.
Give strength here
Don't twist or break
there is a route and there is a settlement on the highway,
And they are waiting for us there today, whiner, don’t be feminine ...
Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey in his deck,
Fucking asleep again
Rising light again
Bronik again, road again,
bag on the back,
everything hastily, shit in the field, rain, cloudy,
Bridge to Asgard - after, let them just be lucky with transport!.
I make every verse a self-portrait
An hour on the check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marathon,
Stencil on parapets:
The logo on the wall is everywhere, my teaching is for everyone, like Mohammed with Baphomet,
I am a star -
Give me a warm blanket and a hood, wipe your ass with napkins -
And that's it, mark "good"!
They used to say: "I would not go on reconnaissance with him" ...
I didn’t go on tour with you - you didn’t pass the test
Homey know
My rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole,
Uphill when rushing, then downhill when sick,
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole.
City under the sole, city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don't know if this path is to ford or to the bottom,
You live under a heel, I have a city under my sole.
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