LTII - Мой город - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My city, not what everyone says

It can't be washed clean, this colorful outfit is filthy

The masses line up, dreaming of releasing tension

99, a discharge to my head, blocked, they feel

comfortable, in the sheer darkness

I only feel comfortable, at home in the warmth

A B+, I understand cannabis

Schoolchildren are rooting for A.U.E.

Unemployment sits on a bench, in forgotten courtyards

How many of you are here, you fake bastards

In salt fumes, a hail of schizophrenic blows

Hitting the soul, roofs leak in the rain

I hope you've heard, and maybe even seen, that Rasta is here

Reading thoughts out loud, I don't put on fluff,

I am what I am, I am

And changing me, it's unlikely

Keep your heels burning, you can't be careless in the kitchen, youngsters and bitches, they won't understand what This is a real mess, they won't understand what it's about, they're just talking about it.

What are we even talking about? I'm like a plane.

Flying overhead, carefully cutting things off with scissors, everything in perfect condition, just so you know.

LTII at the base, we haven't gone anywhere, we just send ships out on voyages a little less often, wipe your snot, man.

Lifting a stone from the spot, keeping up with your abilities, so many cautions in your head.

Those thoughts won't save you, even if they're waiting at home.

Well, while I'm here, the minus plays, rap flies in by itself.

Someone's rocking under my window, well, I'm definitely not bored.

Rap is a factory, I run it in my head.

Still, I really want to dedicate another one to doing.

In 24, I'll go to a rap battle to shut up every one of you who was croaking there. I shoved my rhymes at you, you moaned like a bitch.

New school, I told you to fuck off.

I don't need you. Pedestal, I want each of you to know, I would never, ever, tie up with rap.

I was quietly bubbling and drinking, but still came out with another track.

Another track, a smoking cap on the windowsill, a warm evening, the smell of nature, all the guys are happy, hello to the cities, this is Magnitka, what the hell.

Precinct 12, my residential area, the most unforgettable, the sensations are indescribable, there are beautiful sunrises and gorgeous sunsets, books rich in spiritual experience, those that inspired... pierced my thoughts like bullets, underscored... slipped away in a dark neighborhood...

Catch some rap from Rasta, what the hell.