Текст песни DB - Пластмассовые рифмы

Plastmassyvye rhyme rush to the masses
Feel the rhythm, end margins
Here, every soldier stock, dangerous
And though the path is not clear
Just not in the sky, we do not believe this
 These rhymes are impregnated with delirium
Where to put yourself at the time?
So close to the disaster
Time for dinner and I burn bridges
Rhymes in the head, with the young rap broadcast
I imagine their culture
through plastic drapes streets
And all thoughts in the amount, then judge me
Without the excess water to pump Kety
In homes for good luck beating utensils,
A Fortune my rusty piece of plate
For the purposes of receiving benefits
Read chatter my phobia
It is thought commoner
Give you a strong vivacity charge
While I do not rot

Plastmassyvye rhyme rush to the masses
Feel the rhythm, end margins,
Here, every soldier stock, dangerous
And though the path is not clear
Just not in the sky!

This damn system
Below the modern time
And I am from the tribe chёrtogo
Where melt angels feathers
And plastmassyvye rhyme strictly on
brew rigmarole
Temple Street
Paced the shadows
All the poor fellows, greetings from the subway
The world is full of ideas,
Live without regard
The world is full of people
The world is full of plastic.
Do not get lost, do not run from the cashier
Everything will be cool in the world of plastic
Multi-colored puzzles
Radiant flooring cover slides
Life in the suburbs
Where do we miss the memories
And the smile on the lips melt
And that in itself is fraught?
In Syzran ships do not fly.
Plastic, plastmassyvye rhyme.

Plastmassyvye rhyme rush to the masses
Feel the rhythm, end margins
Here, every soldier stock, dangerous
And though the path is not clear
Just not in the sky