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Те же старые стили, старые традиции, yo
Всех приветствую
ТГК МС здесь, ни экс и не next
Кому-то брат, кому-то отец
Для ветеранов молодой, для старших свой
Для молодежи герой, как ...
Я не пишу дисы и грустные песни, о чести
Вся правда жизни летописью на стене в подъезде
Если нет бита, я рифмую под биение сердца
Если нет мысли, я просто залип на кресле
В курсе, это, если чё, местный, это если честно
Хорошо, если есть ещё чё-то в пачке Честера
Дерзкий мегаполис есть, пара схем навес
Пара мест, где бы завис, когда всё надоест
Алё Мурка, я как маугли в этих каменных джунглях
Без тебя путаюсь в днях, но не в переулках
Грусть, тоска уже к полудню, размазал будню
Умные люди говорят, верный путь не моргнуть бы
Я не то, чтобы озорной гуляка
Прохожий позывной буяка, буяка, выкатит бомба клака
Облака плывут на запад, вчера, как завтра
Сладкий запах, так пахнет гидра на завтрак
А раньше, я не думал, что стану космонавтом
Ракеты отлетают ранним рейсом, резким стартом
Такой маршрут безбилетный, безвозвратный
Космонавт, автор автобиографии
Раньше, я не думал, что стану космонавтом
Ракеты отлетают ранним рейсом, резким стартом
Такой маршрут безбилетный, безвозвратный
Космонавт, сам траектории автор
Тогда не мог и представить, кто кем станет
Когда мы допоздна болтались между зданий
Катали вату, блистали первыми текстами
Кому-то мутные расклады, обернулись адом
Другой начал зарабатывать
И стал богатым, влиятельным адвокатом
Кого-то с нами уже нет
Кто-то так и не вернулся из штатов
«Если я об этом пишу» значит так надо
А помнишь та весна то? Ну так местами!
Умотанная хата, мэд лип квазимата
Въебанные экзамены, работа
Центральный район, за окном льёт, фристайлим
Ни дня без хип-хопа, строго жизнь в строках
Боком о бок по сей день, респект Богу
Я знаю, он наблюдает в бинокль,
Как мы играем с стритбол, под светом вечерних окон
Нас много под смогом, запил вискарь соком
Антрисоли ещё разок о высоком, ещё разок о высоком
А раньше, я не думал, что стану космонавтом
Ракеты отлетают ранним рейсом, резким стартом
Такой маршрут безбилетный, безвозвратный
Космонавт, автор автобиографии
Мы стелим в правильную сторону и это здорово
Из поколения, которое до сих пор ненавидит Киркорова
Я представляю сквад рушников этого города
Называя хип-хопом, то, что для меня слишком дорого
Москва вздрогнет, Питер пошатнётся
Весла нашей лодки будут сушить твои десна
От этого лютого веса с дежурского отходоса
Пожалуйста, займи место и воспринимай серьёзно
Исполняю дриблинг рифмой, выходя из трибл-дрифта
Отличную шишку растить не моя пихта
Под реп Майкла качает Колупаевка
Притоптывая подошвы валенка не подшитого, старенького
Мы не группа Бориса и не группа Виталика
Мы те, кто платили рубль за кружку и сотку за маленького
Много разного рэпа слетает с нашего валика
Пока мы сеем мысли, вокруг сеется паника
Взорван форум и торрент
Наша контора, по тихой добывает золото из картона
Даже если перелезешь все мои заборы
Не найдешь тот космодром, на котором я припаркован
Мы читаем отличный рэпак и не гоним
Здесь ТГК, сквад прикрывает Микки и Тони
Мой факел никогда в воде не потонет
Также как и ноги не увязнут в застывшем бетоне
Смутные времена по тихой наступают в хип-хопе
Хейтеры хейт копят, по сторонам летят блохи
Я все свои лунные мысли превратил в один атом
И запустил ракету ранним рейсом, резким стартом
Космонавт, на держи так без чека, без кассы
Я как знал, заплывешь, поэтому и припас всё
На пару прекрасно, как раз там размыт, потаскан
Мотаю на бит беседы о грязном
Девяносто девятый, каста, Тони делает пас мне
Ничё связка, а что с нами стало сейчас-то
Бригада, участок, первый play station
Нынче ты первый, да и ... не меньше
Дунуть всегда конечно, а остальное на фоне
Дома на поле и безмятежность накрое
Same old styles, old traditions, yo
I greet everyone
THC MS is here, neither ex nor next
Someone's brother, someone's father
For veterans young, for seniors their own
For youth, a hero is like ...
I do not write disas and sad songs about honor
The whole truth of life is chronicled on the wall at the entrance
If there is no beat, I rhyme to the beat of my heart
If there is no thought, I'm just stuck in the chair
In the course, this is, if anything, local, to be honest
It's good if there's something else in Chester's pack
There is a daring metropolis, a couple of canopy schemes
A couple of places to hang out when you get bored
Ale Murka, I'm like mowgli in this stone jungle
I'm confused without you in days, but not in alleys
Sadness, longing by noon, smeared everyday life
Smart people say the right way is not to blink
I'm not that naughty reveler
Pass-by callsign buyak, buyak, roll out the bomb clack
The clouds are drifting westward, yesterday as tomorrow
Sweet smell, that's what hydra smells like for breakfast
And before, I did not think that I would become an astronaut
Rockets take off on an early flight, abrupt start
This route is ticketless, non-returnable
Cosmonaut, autobiography author
Before, I didn't think that I would become an astronaut
Rockets take off on an early flight, abrupt start
This route is ticketless, non-returnable
Astronaut, trajectory author himself
Then I could not imagine who would become
When we hung out late between buildings
We rolled cotton wool, shone with the first texts
Someone muddy layouts, turned into hell
Another started earning
And became a wealthy, influential lawyer
Someone is no longer with us
Someone never returned from the states
"If I write about it" then it is necessary
Do you remember that spring? Well, in places!
Umotannaya hut, mad lip quasimata
Fucked up exams, work
Central district, outside the window, it is pouring, freestyle
Not a day without hip-hop, strictly life in strings
Side by side to this day, respect God
I know he watches through binoculars
How we play streetball, under the light of the evening windows
There are many of us under the smog, whiskey washed down with juice
Antrisoli once more about high, once more about high
And before, I did not think that I would become an astronaut
Rockets take off on an early flight, abrupt start
This route is ticketless, non-returnable
Cosmonaut, autobiography author
We are laying in the right direction and it's great
From a generation that still hates Kirkorov
I represent the squad of rushniks of this city
Calling hip-hop what is too dear to me
Moscow will shudder, Peter will stagger
Our boat's oars will dry your gums
From this fierce weight from the waste on duty
Please take your seat and take it seriously
Dribbling with rhyme, getting out of the trible drift
It's not my fir to grow a great pine cone
Kolupaevka rocks to Michael's rap
Trampling the soles of an old, not hemmed boot
We are not Boris's group and not Vitalik's group
We are the ones who paid a ruble for a mug and a hundred for a small
A lot of different rap flies off our roller
While we are sowing thoughts, panic is sown around
Forum and torrent blown up
Our office quietly extracts gold from cardboard
Even if you climb all my fences
You will not find the spaceport where I am parked
We read great rap and don't drive
THC here, squad backs up Mickey and Tony
My torch will never sink in water
As well as feet will not get stuck in the hardened concrete
Times of trouble come quietly in hip-hop
Hater haters hoard, fleas fly around
I turned all my lunar thoughts into one atom
And fired a rocket on an early flight, abrupt start
Astronaut, keep it that way without a check, no cash register
As I knew, you will swim, that's why I saved everything
For a couple it is beautiful, just there it is blurry, shabby
Shaking dirty talk
Ninety-ninth, caste, Tony passes to me
Nothing bunch, but what has become of us now
Brigade, precinct, first play station
Today you are the first, and ... no less
Blow always of course, and the rest is in the background
Homes on the field and serenity covered
I greet everyone
THC MS is here, neither ex nor next
Someone's brother, someone's father
For veterans young, for seniors their own
For youth, a hero is like ...
I do not write disas and sad songs about honor
The whole truth of life is chronicled on the wall at the entrance
If there is no beat, I rhyme to the beat of my heart
If there is no thought, I'm just stuck in the chair
In the course, this is, if anything, local, to be honest
It's good if there's something else in Chester's pack
There is a daring metropolis, a couple of canopy schemes
A couple of places to hang out when you get bored
Ale Murka, I'm like mowgli in this stone jungle
I'm confused without you in days, but not in alleys
Sadness, longing by noon, smeared everyday life
Smart people say the right way is not to blink
I'm not that naughty reveler
Pass-by callsign buyak, buyak, roll out the bomb clack
The clouds are drifting westward, yesterday as tomorrow
Sweet smell, that's what hydra smells like for breakfast
And before, I did not think that I would become an astronaut
Rockets take off on an early flight, abrupt start
This route is ticketless, non-returnable
Cosmonaut, autobiography author
Before, I didn't think that I would become an astronaut
Rockets take off on an early flight, abrupt start
This route is ticketless, non-returnable
Astronaut, trajectory author himself
Then I could not imagine who would become
When we hung out late between buildings
We rolled cotton wool, shone with the first texts
Someone muddy layouts, turned into hell
Another started earning
And became a wealthy, influential lawyer
Someone is no longer with us
Someone never returned from the states
"If I write about it" then it is necessary
Do you remember that spring? Well, in places!
Umotannaya hut, mad lip quasimata
Fucked up exams, work
Central district, outside the window, it is pouring, freestyle
Not a day without hip-hop, strictly life in strings
Side by side to this day, respect God
I know he watches through binoculars
How we play streetball, under the light of the evening windows
There are many of us under the smog, whiskey washed down with juice
Antrisoli once more about high, once more about high
And before, I did not think that I would become an astronaut
Rockets take off on an early flight, abrupt start
This route is ticketless, non-returnable
Cosmonaut, autobiography author
We are laying in the right direction and it's great
From a generation that still hates Kirkorov
I represent the squad of rushniks of this city
Calling hip-hop what is too dear to me
Moscow will shudder, Peter will stagger
Our boat's oars will dry your gums
From this fierce weight from the waste on duty
Please take your seat and take it seriously
Dribbling with rhyme, getting out of the trible drift
It's not my fir to grow a great pine cone
Kolupaevka rocks to Michael's rap
Trampling the soles of an old, not hemmed boot
We are not Boris's group and not Vitalik's group
We are the ones who paid a ruble for a mug and a hundred for a small
A lot of different rap flies off our roller
While we are sowing thoughts, panic is sown around
Forum and torrent blown up
Our office quietly extracts gold from cardboard
Even if you climb all my fences
You will not find the spaceport where I am parked
We read great rap and don't drive
THC here, squad backs up Mickey and Tony
My torch will never sink in water
As well as feet will not get stuck in the hardened concrete
Times of trouble come quietly in hip-hop
Hater haters hoard, fleas fly around
I turned all my lunar thoughts into one atom
And fired a rocket on an early flight, abrupt start
Astronaut, keep it that way without a check, no cash register
As I knew, you will swim, that's why I saved everything
For a couple it is beautiful, just there it is blurry, shabby
Shaking dirty talk
Ninety-ninth, caste, Tony passes to me
Nothing bunch, but what has become of us now
Brigade, precinct, first play station
Today you are the first, and ... no less
Blow always of course, and the rest is in the background
Homes on the field and serenity covered