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MC BURIED:

A capella in the blockade as under the tanks of the Hans

They wanted to blow up, but the target is so far away

The glow of the fire is the target for navigation

Under the beat there was a kamikaze squad

A word without a hashtag deflated (rip)

Shove your back that cunt of theirs (shield)

We didn't want war and (Dima)

Kvida was twisted on a dick (kick)

The capital, brother, on the beat the Slavs

On this map I am MC Sobyanin

The poor guy so wanted to take away our public

After all, the loser was banned in it for a couple of years

A bunch of heroes, the MC Cup

As if Stan Lee made our cup

MC don't care, I respect Bentley

Backtube is a fucking bad trip

So the lyricists are going into battle

Remember, bitch, my text is on wiki

And your text can be safely thrown out

The track is on the way out, but, oh, you're not a weekend

Zombies are heading to the sound

Is someone dividing Moscow?

But you won't take that place

Only posthumously

You'll sit on a chair next to Tesla

And I'm so sad about the battles, man

As if I were deep-ex-sense

Bring back the word spb

1xbet is protecting you

KOSNART:

Open your mouth, vomit out everything you put against

Yes, it's simple, I disappeared for a year, come on, try to roll me into snot

I'm rusty, a fool, I think I should have finished myself a long time ago

But fucking creativity... Is there any sense in name-calling? I know, there definitely is

You can find everything you want here.

We always find meaning if we really need it

I don't want to be in the clip, I want to be a weapon.

So how do you feel, this is the entrance to Your game,

Close the door behind you, don't pretend to anything,

You see the level of the scythe swing, the pedestal is free.

Is this a club of closed clubs? Are there any free places?

I am the naked truth, I have every right, no more, no less

To remember that it became significant to be considered quite suddenly

And to write, like, there is only one law of truth:

If you criticize, offer, if you consume, produce!

PACHUKA:

The season will be a failure if you don't take at least one Uzbek

I warned you in my application, Sashka didn't believe it then

A pseudo-show for little girls

Having done what the TV eats,

You yourself reluctantly

Became a telecom

What, a normal topic!

Moscow is dead? Moscow is gone already? Who the fuck was croaking there!

We'll blow up something much more powerful than a fake grenade

Dogs bark like that, fuck, where's the gun?

Kill for the good, like in Death Note

In your favorite hat like Hancock

Your fan-bro, Hal is with me,

I don't give a shit what you think

I don't give a shit twice about what you say

You shout that you're the pride of the streets,

In fact, you're the pride of your mother

I remember a pigeon recently wrote to me

Something on Vkontakte, like, who's the cheeky one?

We can battle, but what can you tell me?

A talentless clown - that's who you are without the hype!

Halloween: Kyrgyz and the Kazakh argue, who is no longer visible to you with a narrow -eyed nothing to giggle under my breath and imagine that you have such a timbilding ... Ponte, no matter how you have Biggi - you are Inda Balding, that niga is nigga, hey, fogging, you do not persecute us every nation, you are glorified by Dawns Havanagila and glory to Allah with a greedy gorilla will give a banana on .. do not believe in success, my dizrestkex for all children I will spite you a disco, I’ll sit for the remote control with this beet, that they make the battles (look) how do you want to become a macaque man, Kent finish your dreams of a team. like Helga Pataki

Trash talk

I drink wine from your skull - headshot

Here every second, fucking, superhero

But in this game I have a flash mob

'On beats, like on coke,

Fly in - you won't jump off'

Dance, as if the whole world is burning

Because that's how it is, I know, the motivation is greater

Click and no beat

What are you going to babble about?

Oh yeah, I forgot that for you this is

Music, not hip-hop

For you, Kazakhstan?

No, no, no

For me, Kazakhstan

They will shout thank you in chorus

If they ask you to cast your votes

Valley of the sun - hot sands from Hakkulabad,

I will make the children cry and sing, I am a grief-stricken father, like Akutagawa