Текст песни Белый Материал - 36

White Material "36"
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I'm a sick old rapper
    I am writing a sick old rap
I poher on your lyke
    Like you will not smear on bread

So wear your ruble,
public,
    Enough to eat burger
and Buble-gum
and walk in self GUM

I am a musical terrorist bomb brought home
    In an album
and I laid on the table, along with a diploma.

You reproach that I copy Ema
    But she did not copied Amy
except only that is still alive today.

In my 36 I have not died, but buried alive
    But under the ground my wounds healed

I do something not to change the life, believe me,
    but in order to adjust to the death
qwerty keyboard.

I want to catch the time when it hurts
    Zhmёsh Ctrl_Alt_Delete.
In my piggy offense

It accumulated on the cause of the war.
I would be less whining
I have a depression on suicides 5 and all of the country.

I'm so horrible that snyus nightmares
     And as a new tattoo - it's good old downtrodden

While making them always young.
     better ground
coffee than the Molotov cocktail

I do not have as many bullets as you do not have brains.
     Bestolokov-
-th revolution,

I would prefer to merge
I was not given the police

permit in trauma, so
     What I mat queue
I am watering your stupid wool.
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Akhmatova
said that after the despair
There comes a rest while expectations
REDD scrip. Abandon all hope is not worn.
This tunnel at the end of the world.
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Boxer Roy Jones reading, and I rapper boxing
    Hey, believer,
Insert ear plugs.

I have scars on the nose,
but not from boxing
     And by defending the faith of the Crusader

It's gorgeous.
You never know what your cross, karma
Born creep will not die Icarus

This is the magic of greatness, I want glory Roy Jones
between flight
there rolls
in Rolls-Royce

To me holili
and nurtured by Billie Holiday
inserted Simcoe
and embracing
the female
Jennifer Connelly
If I put it clearly, you misunderstood me.

Rest of Akhmatova -
through despair
and tea
"Ahmad"

The taste and delusions
no friends,
I'm writing a sick old rap
     marvelous are thy works, state .... Dep.
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As Thomas Mann wrote,
all that is you - the fog
There is only a "you are here and now." But it's crazy.
"Then there is" -

too risky
-Private, to quote a piece of
"Letter to Bernard" skid