Текст песни Homo Patience and Пролетарий - Нервный тик

Instrumental: Method MAN - Ghost Dini

(Proletarian)

Once two times
once two times the brother
long ago did not hold micro in my hands
and not rhymed on white paper
Under the tools I have not sang
rap not for me
I traded him on Fifu
I watch cartoons about brave and bold betmen
but in the head rose and now it's time to ripen rap from me
if the Wednesday is no longer ale
What will I do on Thursday?
Among the pussies
My easel on the table
My feather Pistol
My thoughts is my shot

(Homo Patience)

You were not in the Moscow Metropolitan -
You were not in China, so we sealed fest -
Our proletarians are here as Polyps Wall to sit down.
And I write my Metropolitan Palimis at home.

Poems themselves climb, and I will not expect under the press
Serve a clock mass in the stress temple
Or participate in the funeral procession of thousands.
Law Lynch. Dress Code da Vinci.

And I here such a native moskal,
Soon to taste.
Running roots, putting a bolt
For the whole garbage.
From the center where they ask for a stretched hand
Before Butovo - hand to file a dolvoy.

Easy to say. And the joke Lee.
Look at the faces of the dead in boxes
Around the clock.
On TV show, and it is not realistic,
My press is a blank sheet of paper.
Nature product.

(Proletarian)

With a beamless steppe
Rope Gray fly
from chinese quarters and eaters
tight smoke shred in the eyes climbed and
my speech, I start at the expense of three
Write to headphones
I'm generally domain type
Shoots eyes - this is nervous tick
picked up the virus which will soon make cuddagids
Most of Zaraz.
Often in pursuit of mind running not in the other side
Probably to be a fool great
I EMCI Forest Gump But if the train is there
then the chances of a hundred of a hundred that I don't get angry at least I'm not tired
I read from an empty sheet on my head
Absolutely paper man
His hike
Many water leaks
From those times
When the brain was thoughts inhabited
And now there are only scraps from Frankie Show
standing still I have come somewhere
Contrary to all the rules and contradictions
With a complaint about a hidden deep meaning
Deciphering the dreams Sam
someone does not give rest
the idea that he is the same as all
gray mass, white sheet fell on snow
The icing was taken by the mark
In pursuit of knights late
Fathers buried themselves in the system
I copied with a pencil all the walls
Because there is no paper
Lags on a server
All GMA Mudaki
Press the fashionable catch
transformer as optimus prime
Now gangster
Circle Dai
I draw stigmatics
decrypt dreams yourself you

(Homo Patience)

Vermicel Shit from the meat grinder of speakers
Shawarma artists.
Grinding namuniconal and clawed.
It's time to arm tooth with toothpicks.
Around the unclean shit.

Better sit, chasing fascists in Varkraft,
Or a torch demotivator.
MC from Voroshilovgrad now in Moscow.
How to survive a fellow one in democracy
Burns as a demon Socrates in the head.

Although on the Niva enlightenment each shifted Schake,
On the Zhiguli formation confidently moves up,
And for me - he only brings the cliché,
I will not buy it on it - this underground cat da Vinci in the bag.

And we seem to be all under the same sky,
But at what they are - I do not know.
My house is a calm atmosphere.
Texts on the desktop. Bitlo in the head in the loop.

Life Broken remains
Write text on paper.
It's a shame, but rap is Cal.
One good that
Abundant fertilizers were put together -
Will come out normal.
Sigu score and explode.

And the time is that the halfone is better to be quieter.
And in general, it would be better enough.
Thoughts train to start. All in places.
Requiem for dreams. Requiem aeternam.