Текст песни Mamont - На улицах будущего

On the streets of the future

(introduction
people
2011 year
to send a person to the past both for you and for us remains beyond the brink of fantasy
but we managed to break through the space-time continuum
and transmit the signal in time via the Internet line
and there are only a few minutes to tell you
what else are you capable of fixing something
you can make the word man sound proud
and until you get poisoned by dirty air
I'm sending an audio letter, hoping it's not too late)

1 verse
dick knows what it was in the final of the ninth official
but a boom of hip-hop uprisings swept across the country
the fate of the fighters for recognition was naturally fatal
After all, it's not a battle against dogs and clubs with songs
government agencies sensed the danger and worked hard
trucks with gas smoked us from places where it is now equated to zero
the voice of the streets breaking boundaries, changing solo for mute
only a few were not pressed to the nail
from now on, rappers in despondency will not bend their line
you don't like the whip, wait for the man with the bagpipes
hip-hop, of course, is alive but so planned
that even homeless people know who will lead in battles
in the selection committee of the faculty of the master of ceremonies
creative exam "freestyle conversation"
if done, in 5 years you will defend your thesis on
love for the homeland in eminem's latest album
only now you will be allowed on the stage, now you are an artist
here's a sheet of text for you, here's a minus, we'll release a disc soon
but admit an extra thought or touch someone with a diss
in general, just squeak, and you got on state control


chorus
this is mine! testament of descendants to ancestors
in concrete cages in pontoy caps
my grandfather is a rapper
put everything in its place don't be so blind
your! intervention is necessary
because I can't decide who will perish
but just please do it so that the cattle
has comprehended that it is enough to be cattle


2nd verse (18)
meanwhile, in the wilds of the underground, hip-hop pentathlon fashion
the battle for respect is a massacre in all categories
msing, beatbox, beatmake, graffiti and break dance
snickers guru clan gathered in one rapper
there is no place for fools - there is room for difficulties
underground seeks the limit to human capabilities
to his cue ball, a cool tee wolf is dancing on a worn hardboard
reads the track, and becomes the winner
leaves a tag, on the lid, rather than the hall, but the basement
locked from prying eyes and radars
there are big rates, scanty fees
and the streets are not sweet, no birds singing or the sound of guitars
the grass does not spike because even the wind has disappeared somewhere
"the grass does not spike! the wind is gone somewhere!"

depriving people of freedom of speech, they were deprived of their freedom to live
the tongue of the evil is stronger than a shield faster than bullets and sharper than knives
do you want this future, no? change the past, come to your senses
while there is light in the streets, listen to your conscience

chorus
this is mine! the testament of descendants to ancestors
in concrete cages in pontoy caps
my grandfather is a rapper
put everything in its place don't be so blind
your! intervention is necessary
because I can't decide who will perish
but just please do it so that the cattle
has comprehended that it is enough to be cattle

everyone is waiting for a moment when the Internet will be administered intravenously
to instantly know the weather and exchange rates
antennas will be inserted into the brain replacing the memory department
justifying this by the need to insert something somewhere
ignorance ruined millions
but less than ever and war patrons
in twisted minds it is difficult to see a reasonable person
you have created artificial intelligence lying on the sofas