Song грязь (dirt) oxxxymiron lyrics english

[Skeet]


– Listen, friend, could you finally release something good and come to us already in Ufa, finally? We were fucking waiting for you, really. Hurry, please! Hurry up a little! You are responsible for those you have tamed, right ? Here, don’t give up. I embraced


Ha-ha-ha-ha

[Verse 1]


Rap is back to the level of “padik demo” two thousandth


‘s the price when long trailed


Rags with Dazed and iD will not replace the verse as tchotchke TsUM’a of


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So I thought , when


you see the game, on such a long segment


Groundhog Day, fraternization, beefs, synergies A


constant appears

Not with Mitya Slovetsky , now Nurminsky


Earlier, Seryozha Local – everything will repeat itself disappearing


Then there was still another country

20 r. for a buck, a barrel


For a hundred, no amendments


The struggle for power in rap, so that the genre

changes its format But now it’s like freestyle, when the fire is Waves of hysteria, the battle of the industry, income, streams


Was before and will be after the bubble burst


Tracks in one -two phrases maximize profits


But I don’t need a fan base with goldfish attention

[Verse 2]


Hey! Your IQ, judging by the view – kinda cute


It would be better to be silent – I love riddles.


Watching with your boo at “Sunset” Kuindzhi

She is soulful, but flat


She is called the Ouiji board


All club culture? Well, it

used to be Mutabor in a Bachelor Party, now a bachelor party in Mutabor


I was asked: “Why is there no gangsta in Russian rap?”


But gangsta in Russia – the prerogative of the State

Major amused bids


from Leman bucks for an album, but I’m not so impoverished


yet so dulled to take advances


Labels – are banks

you, again, trying to fuck the Jew?


Naive amateurs


I put strokes on sheets


My style is when you have playlists to pussy

You can’t buy a taste on cash, my son


“Is this a Swiss stream? You’re a star! “


I only have Swiss accounts

Magazines scam hypebeasts


MC look like rich Chinese tourists


Gucci fashion is old like Methuselah


But everything is in red and green, like I’m Spyder Jerusalem

[Bridge]


Rows of a monumental skyscraper on Barrikadnaya


They say: “Battles are dead”, well, yes, until I am a battle


Relaxed mourning, the era is reset to zero praying


Pure profit – I am healing mud

[Transition]


I transfer my powers

[Verse 3]


I felled verses in the mud I


hung hooks on them afterwards


I dug into


my chest with a knife to the depths Where my evil double sharpened the skill out of


boredom This bit fucked up, so I killed him

I smacked my psychedelic flow straight in the forehead


To be honest, everyone doesn’t give a fuck how much your gear is worth


You we’d better reveal what you hid inside


But honestly I don’t give a fuck what you hid inside

[Verse 4]


The sun is stroking new buildings, somewhere in the East


You are standing in your beloved country: either in a pose, or in a rack


“And you are a rap legend, because your track has gone viral on TikTok!”

In Inst’ike signature: “Art is a” not for, and not against


Find Me in the stack of media noise


faster than you prosharite my style, to me will reach Grishin shooter

Yeah, there’s a dirty rifmoletopis


I represent the native land


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