Lyrics Оксимирон - Город под подошвой

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 merchёm.

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 beat 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
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.

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 do not care, Tony Stark as standard,
Couple country highway Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad.
Passports - there is great demand Estrada,
Though 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, do not 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