FullZip - Никто - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This is old school style, we're going back to no coke and no cola

Let addiction be terrified of such antics, but we're unlikely to get sad,

Full zip rolling a couple of fat joints

This is old school style, you faggot, God, bitches, you've tired me out with your rap

Nobody raps here, no rhymes, no punchlines, a rough tone, not supported by anything

Besides all that, the author is a jerk, everything is wrong here, everything is not right

Your musical maximum is to steal a microphone

Come to a den with zero people, everyone is high on drugs, nobody cares, the genre isn't yours, don't rap, bro, sing

Nobody will appreciate your verse, your style, your rap is for mothers, just an excuse for unemployment

For you it's the top, for me it's a prologue, I can't hear the flow over the bass, did you lie down to rest? Thinking you could surprise me? No way, just an ordinary orc, a hermit according to the tarot, I'm a rap prophet

Here's a lesson for you, write difficult rap or go to hell with rock music

Before I verbally twist you into a pretzel

It's my duty to battle your stupid, graphomaniacal text

A copy of an idea, because you've learned a lot of new smart words, but what's the point, I've gone too far

Malicious rejection, alas, I won't make any friends here

Because in a year you'll die out like pterodactyls, no opponents will remain, that's my tactic

No one I know

And no one knows who we are

There is no death, we are just in a coma

A joint in the doorway

It will never be superfluous in the house

Except for those who are constantly in a slump

Turn off the system if the equipment is working

If you're not in shape, just dial my number

Remixes, fuck the groups

I'm already very clever

The binding isn't very thin

I've been practicing

Damn, the rhymes are like nooses

*cough* *cough* I'm coughing from the weed

On the beat I jump like on a jump rope

Well, I spin like dough on a rolling pin

Little words in the wind

Thanks to the half-liter and the bucket

Hypoallergenic goodness

Or whatever my friend calls it

This city is suffocating me

Turn off the lights because I'm diving deeper into the dark abyss

And there are puddles on the asphalt again

Sinusitis flow, slightly under the weather

Not the most fashionable suitor

Stuffy and slightly burdened

A burden in my soul that has long been lost

And like hogweed to borscht

They squint their eyes here not from the sun in their face in the morning

And stop pretending to be true

In the rap game, they've forgotten what real dirty sound is

And again the bullshit that came out of... Your attempts

Take your friends with you if your spirit is strong

Our close circle

And these are just thoughts spoken aloud

Laughter is a protective instinct if yours is

The traffic is down

And let this rap become a story for the three of us

The beat enters intravenously

A shady guy in a hoodie, 38 is on the line

Yo, full zip