Текст песни Парацельс - Эшафот

To split the ladder-conveyor
I gave birth to Robert Oppenheimer;
burn your fleet, - formulate a thesis?
this is your gallows, but my origin.

the words flowing from the hot plasma,
Give me another infectious bass,
hey yo, suit, I in orbit, NASA
in meat was producing dangerous drugs;
medical speech - Do you hear, harlequin?
He knocks down a peg, not bringing the bling, and wreaths;
something about Fame flies out of your mouth?
reptile dem! You're not just a black Jesus;
who then extra chromosome?
at the MS-surrogate in fashionable sneakers?
not oxidized brains, nerd! You freewheeling aperitif, but it spoils the appetite
your creativity; Then my quarantine - paradigm shift, Kid, that you were wildly short circuit;
you rise to the top? - Krasava, cool;
I go down just down - to the very ground;
OG runs to the hut in the thin,
but his rap a fucking sweet - Turkish Delight;