Earl D. - Старшая тирания - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

People, as a rule, of fairly noble origin were called tyrants.

who forcibly seized power in certain policies, subjugated

current governing bodies to their influence

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They say fear lives on the fields of Athens

He takes every man with him.

Day and night, forgotten anger sets cities on fire,

To push the policies of the rich a little bit further.

Yelesei, long fallen, an aristocrat, a family nobility.

In plain sight, you have to shake the silver, letting people know.

That power is in your hands, you need to tear your mouth open,

Steal, and do not forget, sow fear.

This is a game, no luck, punk,

You say generic sound, but it remains a demos disc, HA! ( demos and know how to studio and home recording)

And it’s time for you to understand that I will deprive you of everything possible with fire and sword,

Don’t even try to escape through the front door, the doors are locked, guy, closed tightly, are you fumbling?

There’s even a chance to run wild, because they’ll tell you whoever you want, you’re not a rival, you fucker

shut it down tightly, felt boots! and your status is the Achilles heel, we will change the poles,

So that those who have not broken a finger are not rich, for the politics of tyrants, give me bunks. Arrrrr!

I am so sure, arrr, that this building (aka text construction),

Your crypt is forever, unless you exchange this noble status of yours for life.

Ha, either death to you, or the slave fell to his knees in front of me!

Call me a tyrant, I like it, I grin.

This is just Greece, the guy is a legend,

Today death is for you, and tomorrow for your kents.

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Here's your sword, fight with me, not a moment's rest, FAST FLOW!!! (ff - quick reading without pauses - combat without pauses)

Someone said that they would take me out of the battle, probably you? Remind me WHO YOU ARE??!! (what he wrote in a personal message is fire)

You are destined to FALL here, BRO, I’m setting you on fire - GAZPROM!

I'll dry your carcass and paste it INTO AN ALBUM! (for collection)

It will be easy, because, believe me, you are a would-be rapper, you weren’t standing here,

Everyone who listened to you stupidly rewound, in this pair, enter HESOYAM as you like.

You read as if a girl gave birth to something - and then Caesar’s section.

Call me Gordon Freeman, punk, because this battle is Black Mesa, yo!

As if Hercules doesn’t care about your punches and your villainous laughter,

I'll skin your reader, her name is the Nemean Lion. HA (the first pair symbolizes the first labor of Hercules.)

You are far from Scylla and Charybdis, you are just a satyr, an asshole,

You only know how to piss and bleat, then stupidly merge - that’s all. (wild trash in PM threats, in the first season the cap of coffee ended up draining)

When I speak it's flow, when you speak it's LOL,

Whatever you think, you are just talking about flow.

The last punch for you will be somewhere here, here,

Invulnerable to you, this is GOD MODE.

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We're on our feet and in our hands, we've got guns, ooh

So you need to show that you can, son.

Steel sparkles, blood splashes, mind is focused,

And only one blow out of a hundred eliminates immediately.