Текст песни ФаRаЙ, Psy-K.O - Инь и Ян

По проводам ураганом, подорвал города,
Музыка со дна андэграунда, не за гонорар,
Сладкий туман, покрывалом накрывал квадрат,
Год за два, перегар со рта, ебаная лайв
С южного берега по ветру всем берегам,
Общий салам, моим дамам и братанам
Тем кто на турниках и убитым хулиган
Посыл завуалирован Т. М.П. маза фака

When u check on me it's weird how u like it now,
stimulated excellence, I simulate the money now,
Spitting with the sauce, niggas soft, music bounce,
see it got them floating all around.


Nigga dive in don't hesitate,
purify and meditate, level up and levitate,
red notes for some mad cords,
cashing on check boards,
blasting on fat prods,
drop on the best projects,
get the suit boy and beat the case.
Welcome to the club of the black gods,
force without forcing, build the vortex up
with the cortex, bars blaze and hearts raging,
I'm crafting this wealth from scratch,
Solid in the scary, soaring soul and assertive stance,
the spirit in the sounds, an ambassador of silence,
mastering the now, nigga messing all around
never catter for a damn hoe,
nasiring the story and emineming a mad cadence,
Accessing all these skulls call me bad captain
I'm chasing down my own species of rappers,
Mind you big I kid you not
not like these fake legends,
the skills of a killer, feel me like a caterpillar,
Skipping sleeps, sleeping with skits and drums around the head,
I navigate along the dead, I'm a heavy armed gede
so I'm greedy, eating grown ups who's missing guts tell me they not ready, so bring they heads, on the plateau
Hurry up bring the bones cause I boil them with bread, mix it with some rapper's gray matter
I'm the golden protein in ya system,
I'm more dangerous than this crack cocaine nigga.


Ночами мои мысли, часто дразнят,
Просто грязью блять убойный бит запачкать,
Пылю на пустом баке, гоняю как шумахер,
Толкаю по квадратам то, что называют андэр.
Вэлком ниггас, э ёу вайк ту фак ап,
Спустись на дно и ощути как это заколялось,
От граффити на стенах, брэйка и кассетно рэпа,
До разбойных нападений, стрелок и дорог на венах.
Что ты там знаешь о рэпе и мёртвых поэтах?
Что возвращало нас к жизни с того света?
Это тайна братка, покрытая мраком,
Но пока микро в моей руке бро я в полном порядке
Это не просто трэк, это разъёб нахуй,
Где я аыебал куплетом, все ваши чёртовы чарты,
Нас никто не напечатал, мы создали себя сами,
Да, нам суждено гореть, но лишь бенгальскими огняии

Along the wires like a hurricane, blew up cities,
Music from the bottom of the underground, not for a fee,
Sweet fog covered the square with a blanket,
A year in two, fumes from the mouth, fucking live
From the southern coast along the wind to all coasts,
General salam to my ladies and bros
To those who are on the horizontal bars and killed by a hooligan
The message is veiled by T.M.P. maza faka

When u check on me it's weird how u like it now,
stimulated excellence, I simulate the money now,
Spitting with the sauce, niggas soft, music bounce,
see it got them floating all around.


Nigga dive in don't hesitate
purify and meditate, level up and levitate,
red notes for some mad cords,
cashing on check boards,
blasting on fat products,
drop on the best projects,
get the suit boy and beat the case.
Welcome to the club of the black gods,
force without forcing, build the vortex up
with the cortex, bars blaze and hearts raging,
I'm crafting this wealth from scratch,
Solid in the scary, soaring soul and assertive stance,
the spirit in the sounds, an ambassador of silence,
mastering the now, nigga messing all around
never catch for a damn hoe,
nasiring the story and eminent a mad cadence,
Accessing all these skulls call me bad captain
I'm chasing down my own species of rappers,
Mind you big I kid you not
not like these fake legends,
the skills of a killer, feel me like a caterpillar,
Skipping sleeps, sleeping with skits and drums around the head,
I navigate along the dead, I'm a heavy armed gede
so I'm greedy, eating grown ups who's missing guts tell me they are not ready, so bring they heads, on the plateau
Hurry up bring the bones cause I boil them with bread, mix it with some rapper's gray matter
I'm the golden protein in ya system,
I'm more dangerous than this crack cocaine nigga.


At night my thoughts often tease me
Just to stain a killer bit with fucking dirt,
I'm dusting on an empty tank, I'm driving like a Schumacher,
I push what is called an under into the squares.
Welcome niggas, e yo vayk tu fak up,
Go down to the bottom and feel how it swayed,
From graffiti on the walls, break and cassette rap,
Before robberies, arrows and roads on the veins.
What do you know about rap and dead poets?
What brought us back to life from the other world?
This is a secret, brother, covered in darkness,
But as long as the micro is in my hand bro I'm fine
This is not just a track, it's fucking fucking
Where did I fuck with a verse, all your damn charts,
No one published us, we created ourselves,
Yes, we are destined to burn, but only with sparklers