Lyrics Жак-Энтони - Пора очнуться
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Приду с вином искупить вину,
Истребить бы дух, чтоб сорвать луну,
Сам бы в мать нырнул, чтоб не в ад опять,
Там я знал одну даму на дому.
Голова в дыму, все слила на дурь,
Из песчаных бурь, будь то Demi Moore,
Или baby wu, не желал их губ,
На своем веку, я бежал от рук,
Будто от акул, они прут и прут,
Это блуд и труд, ритм хулахуп,
Это пуля в грудь, я как Cuba Gooding,
Мой юмор глуп, но я рэп артист,
А не чертов шут, треки портят — жуть,
Толпы любят шум, только так пишу,
Только hype ищу, я взорву на всю,
Вот еще чуть-чуть, как саньда ушу,
В ход слова пущу, это наша жизнь,
И тут за гроши на ножах решают,
И я решу, подорвать режим или дань богам воздавать решив,
Положить на лист и перо большой,
Перестать творить, подскажи, прошу,
Половина шлюх ищут быстрый путь,
Как сорвать свой куш,
Но пора очнуться!
Эй-эй, пора очнуться!
Перетянут жгут, все чего-то ждут,
Сели на иглу, тут заварен шлюз,
Я играл в игру в духе ритменблюз,
Умоляй меня — я еще солью,
Если захочу — навалю на плюс
Я давлюсь битом, как подруга слюной,
Я будто сплю, но иду ко дню,
Когда дам огню поглотить себя,
Чтоб уйти в одну ночь,
Мне противна любовь, как по венам кровь,
Толпы на метро, просидели всю жизнь, смотря в упор,
Пару глупых строк, детектива смог бы осилить,
Но перерос умом, мне не нужен Бог, чтоб дарить добро,
Жму на кнопку rec, а не на курок,
Но хочу, чтоб тот тип извлек урок,
Если надо — вывезут далеко,
Им не нужен рэп был — я дал им рок,
Это шах и мат, а не ход конем,
Средний палец копам, брат, вот оно!
Я не сбросил вес, но я сделал вдох,
Им не взять меня, я — актер кино,
Я закрыл глаза, но пора очнуться.
I will come with wine to atone
To exterminate the spirit, to pluck the moon,
Himself would have dived into his mother, so as not to hell again,
There I knew a lady at home.
Head in smoke, all poured into nonsense,
Of sandstorms, be it Demi Moore,
Or baby wu, didn’t want their lips,
In my lifetime, I ran from the hands
Like sharks, they’re twig and twig,
This is fornication and labor, the rhythm of the hula hoop,
It's a bullet in the chest, I'm like Cuba Gooding,
My humor is stupid, but I'm a rap artist
And not a damn jester, tracks spoil - horror,
Crowds love noise, the only way I write
Just looking for hype, I'll blow it all
Here's a little bit more like Wushu Sanda,
I’m starting up words, this is our life,
And here they decide for pennies on knives,
And I decide whether to undermine the regime or tribute to the gods by deciding
Put on a sheet and a large pen,
Stop creating, tell me, please
Half the whores are looking for a quick way
How to hit your jackpot
But it's time to wake up!
Hey hey, it's time to wake up!
They will pull the tourniquet, everyone is waiting for something,
We sat on the needle, the gateway was brewed,
I played a game in the spirit of rhythm blues,
Beg me - I'm still salt
If I want - I’ll pile on a plus
I'm choking on a beat like a girlfriend saliva
It’s like I’m sleeping, but I’m going to day
When I let the fire absorb me
To leave one night
Love disgusts me like blood through my veins
Crowds on the subway, sat all their lives, staring at point blank range,
A couple of stupid lines, a detective could master
But outgrown by the mind, I don’t need God to give good,
I press the rec button, not the trigger,
But I want that type to learn a lesson,
If necessary, they’ll take them far away,
They don’t need rap, I gave them rock
This is check and check, not a move by a horse,
Middle finger to the cops, brother, here it is!
I didn’t lose weight, but I took a breath,
They can't take me, I'm a movie actor
I closed my eyes, but it's time to wake up.
To exterminate the spirit, to pluck the moon,
Himself would have dived into his mother, so as not to hell again,
There I knew a lady at home.
Head in smoke, all poured into nonsense,
Of sandstorms, be it Demi Moore,
Or baby wu, didn’t want their lips,
In my lifetime, I ran from the hands
Like sharks, they’re twig and twig,
This is fornication and labor, the rhythm of the hula hoop,
It's a bullet in the chest, I'm like Cuba Gooding,
My humor is stupid, but I'm a rap artist
And not a damn jester, tracks spoil - horror,
Crowds love noise, the only way I write
Just looking for hype, I'll blow it all
Here's a little bit more like Wushu Sanda,
I’m starting up words, this is our life,
And here they decide for pennies on knives,
And I decide whether to undermine the regime or tribute to the gods by deciding
Put on a sheet and a large pen,
Stop creating, tell me, please
Half the whores are looking for a quick way
How to hit your jackpot
But it's time to wake up!
Hey hey, it's time to wake up!
They will pull the tourniquet, everyone is waiting for something,
We sat on the needle, the gateway was brewed,
I played a game in the spirit of rhythm blues,
Beg me - I'm still salt
If I want - I’ll pile on a plus
I'm choking on a beat like a girlfriend saliva
It’s like I’m sleeping, but I’m going to day
When I let the fire absorb me
To leave one night
Love disgusts me like blood through my veins
Crowds on the subway, sat all their lives, staring at point blank range,
A couple of stupid lines, a detective could master
But outgrown by the mind, I don’t need God to give good,
I press the rec button, not the trigger,
But I want that type to learn a lesson,
If necessary, they’ll take them far away,
They don’t need rap, I gave them rock
This is check and check, not a move by a horse,
Middle finger to the cops, brother, here it is!
I didn’t lose weight, but I took a breath,
They can't take me, I'm a movie actor
I closed my eyes, but it's time to wake up.