Lyrics Папаша - На улицах будущего

Some eight years ago in a wide I was an aliens,
about hip-hop chatted many: "He will stretch his feet",
But in the end, this riot has grown here with me,
And we see the boom, as if Royce and Premier,
The first album of Decla sowed the right grains:
This culture was born in the areas of black
remembering the roots, it is based here in its own way,
ONE LOVE - the main condition is learned.
any skin color, faith and mentality;
Dancer, artist, musician, street poet,
Wherever you come, from Siberia and to Poland,
In the future, on the street in the world only more
those who create this era,
Under the funk bits of the roar of the truth without a trick,
Bass knock on the windows, rod and in the gap, in the door ...
we believe in this future

From the cradle to the grave, from Vinile to Mobile
Hip-Hap in the courtyards - forever so
On the street read, washed down and bombed,
Dream unites cities, yes
From the cradle to the grave, from Vinile to Mobile
Hip-Hap in the courtyards - forever so
On the street read, washed down and bombed,
Dream unites cities

As for Zemkis, Odessa goes back to the future,
Spirit of the eighties, in the spirit of nineties
bits alert kent
Cops twist nuts? - We have bolts.
I saw a lot, but nowhere is there anything:
The crowd of fifty people under the boom boom reads rap;
Need a hit parade? right there is a real chart
From someone, the opposite, with someone shouted with a chorus;
That's how the protest lever acts in fact -
The whole city from the spot can undermine the idea
We flew off loops, are now uncontrollable,
While feeding on dish fat will be bits we will be alive ...
In the mode of movement to the top
someone himself did not attach someone we went off
We, as if Makarevich, on the car belt:
Tomorrow will be OLD SCHOOL - decided and believed