Нарушен мыслями - Go Back to the Old School Rap - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

An abandoned place where you live

You eat food, you swallow the words of a homeless person

You won't know the world, you won't understand it

To be or not to be, that's the question here

Alyosha, from the back of the class, reaches out with both hands

What does your mug look like

They've been fucked in the face a thousand times

Vinyl in the background, a creature from nothingness eats the remains of a creature, they found you under the ice

And you're black, you feed 10 little Indians, they all lie

They want to kick you out of town

And you're black, you feed 10 little Indians, they all lie

Kick you out of town, fucking bastard

Whoever always looks for a path

Will always find a way

From door to door

Everything will return little by little

What's dear to you

Even dear in the store

You walk around like a homeless person, but in neat moccasins

From a black eye You're blue, you're cross-eyed.

I do it beautifully in my ears, the text is an old ID, I read nonstop, my lungs are dead, or have I pumped them up, with stable air, a picket fence MC on a beat, I work in the summer, those who fly hide their heads regardless of the ghetto, and cats climb through the pipes, homeless people on accordions.

Hiding my soul, I fly away, taking the heads