PHARAOH - Танцы На Останках - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You ask what kind of man you need? I’m the same man I’ve always been.

A lily in one hand, a gun in the other—I’m Archangel Gabriel.

Her ass moves smoothly, lifting slightly against my fingertips.

When I get tired, your whole family will be off talking to the undertaker (Ooh).

All the rappers freeze up; I just tell them: "Boo!"

They’re spinning like crazy—but they’re spinning in their graves.

Bitch, everyone acts like a demon until an angel shows up.

This is the Dead Dynasty; I smoke them like Dunhills (Hahaha).

Dancing on the remains, dancing on the remains (Ah).

Dancing on the remains, dancing on the remains (Ah).

Dancing on the remains, dancing on the remains (Ah).

Dancing on the remains, dancing on the—boo!

Pull your dick out of your mouth, for fuck's sake.

Your bitch has never been prouder of you than she is right now.

I love living in a quiet world—you can’t take that away from me.

But forgive me, Lord: I want to burn all this bullshit to the ground.

They told me your only trump card is a janitor's broom.

They told me your "homie" is only a homie as long as there’s gold to be had.

Well, of course I don't believe it—I wasn't there to see the candle burn.

But then why the hell can't you get off our dick?

I went out and geared up, hitting the streets alongside my crew.

They told me my face belongs in the rap pantheon, right alongside the forefathers.

I can just sit in the darkness for months on end, simply thinking.

Listening to the ones who are in the ground now—the ones who became my role models.

And bro, you wouldn't believe it: I can see exactly when you're scared shitless.

I hate the scum who stick around you only when it’s profitable for them.

And what exactly do you call all those people who just imitate art? I don't know, but logically, things aren't exactly tight in their ass (Ooh, ooh!)

And all that gangster bullshit and "real life" stuff—yeah, right, so "beautiful"

You haven't seen Kapotnya, you haven't seen violence

You haven't seen Russia, you haven't seen the swamps

You can go ahead and shove whatever you wanted right back into your whore mouth

Boo!

Hahaha—listen up, bitch!

Being a fighter and a human being—fuck, that’s a real science

This is my city; this city is a staging ground

You weren't born here, and you'll die for the scam—okay?

Bitch, okay, okay (Suwoop), okay

This is my city; this city is a staging ground

I salute its glorious lower depths

You ask what kind of man you need? I'm the exact same man I've always been

A lily in one hand, a gun in the other—Archangel Gabriel

Her ass moves smoothly, brushing against my fingertips

If I get tired—your whole family is going to end up talking to a mortician (Ooh-ooh)

All the rappers freeze up; I just tell 'em: "Boo!"

They're spinning around like crazy—but they're spinning in their graves

Bitch, everyone acts like a demon until an angel shows up

This is Dead Dynasty; I smoke 'em like Dunhills

Dancing on the remains, dancing on the remains (Ah)

Dancing on the remains, dancing on the remains (Ah)

Dancing on the remains, dancing on the remains (Ah)

Dancing on the remains, dancing on the—Boo!

Boo!