Текст песни Bang and Оксимирон - Кто есть я

Do you think you're cool
But read how everything
After five years of near the cradle of style - you sent
Rap veterans zalizivayte wounds
We rap tyrants, write rants
We writers, Peter would have to
Drop and kill Umbriacco
Nevsky rap - it
Baby babble and
It does not matter, but no one to Battle
The Russian rap has no face
It is politically correct, and climb into the loop itself
Swastika don
Di Dynasty fell victim to fascism rap
You - rap cheapness and wack life
Do you think you're real
But not at the Style of steal
Who should be, Wu-Tang sunk
If you are fan - fall off the railing
Anti-Pop Consortium - a) is not hip-hop
b) - a piece of shit
All underground furious, there
Empty as between the lines Dumas

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In 12 years, my dreams broke like crackers
I was zadrochennym little boy with glasses and braces
But I believed that I grow up and explode
If you take action, instead of 400 grams per breast
Booze and the grass is not for me, I need aggression
Gram hundred adrenaline Weigh me,
Then, as a child I in every gaping hole
I wanted to insert in that hour his dick
And fight brutally, but
With all the excess testosterone,
The girls all other battered instead of Miron
And I at that time had an elementary obrygli
Porno-cards about love Japanese women to artiodactyl
My energy was looking for a way out of the head
As I walked past the stall and there were playing hip-hop
I depend on it, it was a difficult childhood
But if now you are against me, you fucking