Текст песни Loc-Dog - Дисконнект

Hot ember burned his lip, like a passionate c * ki kiss.
 I'm under the sun. How will tomorrow - not * boo.
 In the lab I make sounds louder
 All that is in your Bosko is to gather a huge crowd.

 Swinging in front of the stage. While there are rubbing self-taught,
 Amateurs, imitators and businessmen.
 Not knowing a drop of mayhem
 What happens before you start living.

 And my life is here.
 In four strokes decomposed. After - for free given to you.
 Important people call this work for the brillians around their necks
 Their females, ready for meanness.

 When you think of merging from the luxurious rooms,
 Jump to my chariot and breathe freedom.
 Vasya ... No, I did not pay taxes for this.
 And even if I go hungry, I will continue to do what I must.

 It flows under my skin.
 It grew in me when I was crawling on my subconscious.
 Accelerated three times my age
 But she stole away from places where the neighbor protects the fuse.

 We went out like the Japanese from the porch;
 Through the slits of the eyes scanning this neighborhood.
 It's a sober year. I'm starting to endure
 How not a local dog among cruel children -

 Sniffed with cheap glue.
 They want to burn, they are blind;
 But I found out - how quickly do we grieve
 We are here without a chosen dream.

 Everything Eternal is so temporary ...
 Look Thin your true ranks.

 Let there be more sad songs about bitches,
 Than the crowds are cheap, soaring, which of them are cooler.
 Bespontovy your battle! I do not ram rap,
 Although * blo would break you from doing neh **,
 But full of affairs.

 Fell down, I'm in the studio, like in the nursery!
 Here my little one has his own fono.
 Then half of the third entrance came to rest,
 Himself justifying the fact that life is not given -
 Another they sip the story.

 The huckster smiled at the chums,
 After all, the barygoy was not in the bastard.
 And to make grandmas - only honor; and the method is immaterial to them
 Few people want to be a carpenter or a doctor.

 Come on, we won't tell anyone what we think about something
 In addition to courage, drugs and slyavok.
 I came out of youth fashion, breaking the second ten,
 Since there are few who dare to change themselves.

 But I know that we are getting out of this forest.
 I am not an artist, because without the image of an artist I don’t have any.
 What I want to roll, * izdets!
 If only I did not interfere with the essence of informing myself.

 Let video clips on TV!
 Let on avatars of your publics hangs my * blo! Unshaved!
 One day, at least one of them will buy the promise and change the useless days,
 And you - turn away from your screens.

 What can learn the frequenter
 Killed huts and drunken restaurants?
 That which separates us from happiness is a step,
 But too many people are unprofitable here, that we take a step.

 The boys asked Che to leave rap.
 Yes, I did not claim, I was not even in it.
 Just probably this is my favorite method.
 Deliver what I think to bits when the district fell asleep.