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Чай, компотик ли течёт, рюкзак мне на плечо,
Боль в груди там тайничок, открыт он знаньем и ничё.
Сколько времени ещё? Урок коротким был не в счёт,
Долгий, нудный чёс по школе с рожей словно кирпичом.
Верим – подфартит, наши портфели портативны,
Нам не стрелянным пути: учиться дальше иль уйти.
Схемы перманентны, все теперь студенты,
Ведь смены больше нет, мы слышим здесь лишь звон монеты.
Теперь вуз – многопартиен, филиалов наплодив,
Он смотрит на тебя по типу: “Ну-ка денег заплати ты!”.
Я б весь мир поработил, но всё время в пути
От школы до дома мне нужно ехать и идти.
Соберите суд, но победителей не судят,
Мы не первый выпуск и сможем выбиться в люди,
Не гони! Мне плевать на всё уж пятикратно
Все мы разбредёмся нет уже пути у нас обратно.
Весь мой рэп, если коротко про то, что
Уж который год какая школа под подошвой,
В гору когда прёт, потом под гору, когда тошно
Я не то, что Гулливер, но всё же школа под подошвой.
Школа под подошвой, школа под подошвой:
Словари, учебники и шпоры, если можно.
Я не знаю вброд или на дно эта дорожка
Ты живёшь под каблуком, у меня школа под подошвой! (Мимо!)
Учителей и школы типичной ролей,
Олимпиады, конкурсы, экзамены - мне лень,
С задней парты вижу доску, вижу ряд из нулей,
Мы всё преодолеем точно, выйдем за рамки полей.
Тяжкий взгляд топит одиночек как щенят,
Был чужой, но вот друзья мои уж больше чем семья.
Небылицы сочинял, что есть мочи начинял,
Я так хотел принадлежать чему-то большему, чем я.
Двор пустой, хоть ты с каждым здесь перезнакомься,
Можешь мимо смело топать с грустной миной недовольства,
Эй! Избавь меня от ваших панацей,
Аристотель, Сократ, для меня учиться – самоцель.
Подустал? Всем плевать, ведь Декарт как стандарт,
Пара глав и рассказ. Гален, Тацит, Гиппократ,
Паспорта, впереди экзамен, настал
Судный день, что ж “На старт!”, мы пройдём этот Ад! (Ты знаешь!)
Весь мой рэп, если коротко про то, что
Уж который год какая школа под подошвой,
В гору когда прёт, потом под гору, когда тошно
Я не то, что Гулливер, но всё же школа под подошвой.
Школа под подошвой, школа под подошвой:
Словари, учебники, тут шпоры, если можно.
Я не знаю вброд или на дно эта дорожка
Ты живёшь под каблуком, у меня школа под подошвой!
Дай силёнок тут, не свернуть и не сломаться,
Есть тут план и есть лишь в классе нужный тебе пункт,
Здесь нас никогда не ждут. Нытик, не будь женственным,
Ведь смеяться над всем этим будешь по прошествии.
Снова лицо заспано, снова подъём засветло,
Снова уроки, в школе звонки, рюкзак за спину.
Всё наскоро, чувствую пастором себя, пасмурно,
Пусть мороз ударит и всё будет так прекрасно.
Я делаю каждый урок автопортретом,
Сел, поел, читаю текст с автографом Альберта.
Трафарет на парапетах, имя и в тетрадь, везде
Моё ученье всем, как стихи Пушкина и Фета.
Я – звезда? Дайте карандаш, мне мел ещё
Доску замарать – и всё, отметка “Хорошо”.
Раньше говорили: “Я бы с ним в разведку не пошёл!”
Я с тобой в школу не двину – ты проверку не прошёл. (Хоуми знай!)
Мой рэп, если коротко про то, что
Уж который год какая школа под подошвой,
В гору когда прёт, потом под гору, когда тошно
Я не то, что Гулливер, но всё же школа под подошвой.
Школа под подошвой, школа под подошвой:
Словари, учебники, тут шпоры, если можно.
Я не знаю вброд или на дно эта дорожка
Ты живёшь под каблуком, у меня школа под подошвой!
Tea, is there a compote flowing, a backpack on my shoulder,
Pain in the chest there is a secret, it is open by knowledge and nothing.
What time is it yet? The lesson was short, it didn't count
A long, boring chaos around school with a face like a brick.
We believe - lucky, our portfolios are portable,
We are not a shocked way: to study further or to leave.
The schemes are permanent, everyone is now students
After all, there is no more change, we hear only the ringing of a coin here.
Now the university is multiparty, having spawned branches,
He looks at you like: "Well, pay you money!".
I would enslave the whole world, but always on the way
From school to home, I have to go and walk.
Assemble the judgment, but the winners are not judged,
We are not the first graduation and we can break out into the people,
Do not drive fast! I don't give a damn about everything five times
We all disperse, there is no way back.
All my rap, in short about what
What year what school is under the sole,
Uphill when rushing, then downhill when sick
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks and spurs, if possible.
I don't know whether this track is ford or to the bottom
You live under the thumb, I have a school under the sole! (Past!)
Teachers and schools of typical roles,
Olympiads, contests, exams - I'm too lazy,
From the back desk I see a board, I see a row of zeros
We will overcome everything for sure, go beyond the fields.
A hard look drowns the loners like puppies
He was a stranger, but my friends are more than family.
He composed fictions that he filled with urine,
I wanted so badly to belong to something bigger than me.
The yard is empty, even though you can meet everyone here,
You can boldly stomp past with a sad face of discontent,
Hey! Deliver me from your panacea,
Aristotle, Socrates, for me to study is an end in itself.
Are you tired of it? Nobody cares, because Descartes is the standard,
A couple of chapters and a story. Galen, Tacitus, Hippocrates,
Passports, exam ahead, it has arrived
Judgment day, well, “Let's start!”, We will go through this Hell! (You know!)
All my rap, in short about what
What year what school is under the sole,
Uphill when rushing, then downhill when sick
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks, spurs here, if possible.
I don't know whether this track is ford or to the bottom
You live under the thumb, I have a school under the sole!
Give me some strength here, do not collapse and break,
There is a plan and there is only the item you need in the class,
We are never expected here. Whiner, don't be feminine
After all, you will laugh at all this afterwards.
Again the face is sleepy, again the rise is dawn,
Lessons again, calls at school, a backpack on my back.
Everything is haste, I feel like a pastor, it's cloudy,
Let the frost hit and everything will be so beautiful.
I make every lesson a self-portrait
I sat down, ate, and read the text signed by Albert.
Stencil on parapets, name and in a notebook, everywhere
My teachings to everyone, like the poems of Pushkin and Fet.
I'm a star? Give me a pencil, me some more chalk
To stain the board - and that's it, mark "Good".
They used to say: "I wouldn't go on reconnaissance with him!"
I won't go to school with you - you didn't pass the test. (Houmi know!)
My rap, in short about what
What year what school is under the sole,
Uphill when rushing, then downhill when sick
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks, here spurs, if possible.
I don't know whether this track is ford or to the bottom
You live under the thumb, I have a school under the sole!
Pain in the chest there is a secret, it is open by knowledge and nothing.
What time is it yet? The lesson was short, it didn't count
A long, boring chaos around school with a face like a brick.
We believe - lucky, our portfolios are portable,
We are not a shocked way: to study further or to leave.
The schemes are permanent, everyone is now students
After all, there is no more change, we hear only the ringing of a coin here.
Now the university is multiparty, having spawned branches,
He looks at you like: "Well, pay you money!".
I would enslave the whole world, but always on the way
From school to home, I have to go and walk.
Assemble the judgment, but the winners are not judged,
We are not the first graduation and we can break out into the people,
Do not drive fast! I don't give a damn about everything five times
We all disperse, there is no way back.
All my rap, in short about what
What year what school is under the sole,
Uphill when rushing, then downhill when sick
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks and spurs, if possible.
I don't know whether this track is ford or to the bottom
You live under the thumb, I have a school under the sole! (Past!)
Teachers and schools of typical roles,
Olympiads, contests, exams - I'm too lazy,
From the back desk I see a board, I see a row of zeros
We will overcome everything for sure, go beyond the fields.
A hard look drowns the loners like puppies
He was a stranger, but my friends are more than family.
He composed fictions that he filled with urine,
I wanted so badly to belong to something bigger than me.
The yard is empty, even though you can meet everyone here,
You can boldly stomp past with a sad face of discontent,
Hey! Deliver me from your panacea,
Aristotle, Socrates, for me to study is an end in itself.
Are you tired of it? Nobody cares, because Descartes is the standard,
A couple of chapters and a story. Galen, Tacitus, Hippocrates,
Passports, exam ahead, it has arrived
Judgment day, well, “Let's start!”, We will go through this Hell! (You know!)
All my rap, in short about what
What year what school is under the sole,
Uphill when rushing, then downhill when sick
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks, spurs here, if possible.
I don't know whether this track is ford or to the bottom
You live under the thumb, I have a school under the sole!
Give me some strength here, do not collapse and break,
There is a plan and there is only the item you need in the class,
We are never expected here. Whiner, don't be feminine
After all, you will laugh at all this afterwards.
Again the face is sleepy, again the rise is dawn,
Lessons again, calls at school, a backpack on my back.
Everything is haste, I feel like a pastor, it's cloudy,
Let the frost hit and everything will be so beautiful.
I make every lesson a self-portrait
I sat down, ate, and read the text signed by Albert.
Stencil on parapets, name and in a notebook, everywhere
My teachings to everyone, like the poems of Pushkin and Fet.
I'm a star? Give me a pencil, me some more chalk
To stain the board - and that's it, mark "Good".
They used to say: "I wouldn't go on reconnaissance with him!"
I won't go to school with you - you didn't pass the test. (Houmi know!)
My rap, in short about what
What year what school is under the sole,
Uphill when rushing, then downhill when sick
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a school under the sole.
School under the sole, school under the sole:
Dictionaries, textbooks, here spurs, if possible.
I don't know whether this track is ford or to the bottom
You live under the thumb, I have a school under the sole!