Текст песни Отчислен, SickTired - На советском светильнике

Тоже тишина нахуй, если что, ай-ай ай-ай
Каждый трек как интерлюдия к этому
Моя студия пропитана духовными скрепами
Твоя склепами, но твой детский лепет
Ещё и с Датским акцентом
Заставляет нас потребовать проценты
Свобода дорожает, на рынке ебучий кризис
Остаюсь самим собой среди картонных амбиций
Я могу на треке прям спросить, а что значит цымес
Это еврейский десерт, но для меня - это выжимка смысла
Тройка от НКВД - заменит двоемыслие
И твоя жизнь, в последствии, станет кислей, чем рислинг
Многое ещё переосмыслим
Для этого нам хватит кнута и не нужен кислый
Где твоё творчество с душой, и его же сжёг порошок
Помню ты был добрым, но всё что было - ушло
Теперь все люди просто, как тысячи голосов
Безликие и скучные, похожие на сон
Теперь мы договоримся
Я ломаю ритмику, а ты вникай
Это ёбаный грайм из Долгопы
В тейк
Текста сильнее, чем солист дайте танк
Дайте два танка, нахуй панков и эмо и все субкультуры из гетто
Понял из истории X как ломать об поребрик, простите - бордюр
Она от кутюр, жую кутью и мне вкусно, забыл, что кто-то умер. Грустно? Немного
Топим вперёд убого, ломая ноги недоброжелателям
Как хуй без соли доедает дед, но скелет его держит как вешалка
И вишенка на торте сладкая, что пиздец, я вешаюсь на советском светильнике
На потолке трёхметровом
Мне поможет Цветаева и Есенин, был бы повод нахуй
Я осуждаю что сказано выше
Шишек не будет в Москве
Это шутка конечно
Я хочу умереть старым, в один день с андеграундом
когда 50 Cent станет ванхандредфаузэнтнахуй
Leave me in a kitchen with 3 grams
Catch up with a nigguh make a gameplan
Smoke up to the ceiling telling nigguh bout abilities ripping all em dogs all who came by their stupidity
Vanish all the doubts we do the best thing
Nigga rest in peace we balling massive
Ain"t no dawg releasing gonna stuck up with this shit
Don"t afraid collisions all dis game is coliseum
Enemies got faded blury I can"t even see "em
Keep dis people warm 24/7 whole season
Ask me how dis snowy boys doin" nigguh rhyme
Figure out this shit go ride even if my skin ain"t brown
Well dоne prick you know karatee but i have a gun
Fury checked up on yo face we just having fun
Tracks straight to horizon nigguh blessed with staring eyes on
Bluff and all that bitches rolling papers doing swishes
Showing sharped knifes claimin nigguh ain"t no right got that dawgs"as come to fight
Nigguh check my smile last time
Sloppy face collecting jabs join our battle dance
Ain"t no goddamn dopest nigguh cannot stop me with my plans
Ain"t no goddamn cocky nigguh cannot shoot me in the face
Yea my tribal came for murder
Feel the menace to your faith

Also silence, if anything, oh-oh oh-oh
Each track is like an interlude to this
My studio is saturated with spiritual bonds
Yours are crypts, but your childish babble
Also with a Danish accent
Forces us to demand interest
Freedom is becoming more expensive, there is a fucking crisis on the market
I remain myself among cardboard ambitions
I can directly ask on the track, what does tsimes mean
It is a Jewish dessert, but for me it is an extract of meaning
A three from the NKVD will replace doublethink
And your life, subsequently, will become sourer than Riesling
We will rethink many more
For this, a whip is enough for us and we do not need sour
Where is your creativity with soul, and it was burned by powder
I remember you were kind, but everything that was - is gone
Now all people are simple, like thousands of voices
Faceless and boring, dream-like
Now we'll come to an agreement
I'm breaking the rhythm, and you get into it
This is fucking grime from Dolgop
In the take
The lyrics are stronger than the soloist, give me a tank
Give me two tanks, fuck punks and emo and all the subcultures from the ghetto
I understood from history X how to break against a curb, sorry - a curb
She's haute couture, I'm chewing on kutia and it's delicious, I forgot that someone died. Are you sad? A little bit
We're moving forward miserably, breaking the legs of ill-wishers
Like a dick without salt, a grandfather eats up, but his skeleton holds him like a hanger
And the cherry on the cake is sweet, what the fuck, I'm hanging myself on a Soviet lamp
On a three-meter ceiling
Tsvetaeva and Yesenin will help me, if only there was a reason to fuck
I condemn what was said above
There will be no cones in Moscow
This is a joke of course
I want to die old, on the same day as the underground
when 50 Cent becomes vanhandredfauzentnahuy
Leave me in a kitchen with 3 grams
Catch up with a nigguh make a gameplan
Smoke up to the ceiling telling nigguh bout abilities ripping all em dogs all who came by their stupidity
Vanish all the doubts we do the best thing
Nigga rest in peace we balling massive
Ain't no dawg releasing gonna stuck up with this shit
Don"t afraid collisions all dis game is coliseum
Enemies got faded blury I can"t even see "em
Keep dis people warm 24/7 whole season
Ask me how dis snowy boys doin" nigguh rhyme
Figure out this shit go ride even if my skin ain't brown
Well done prick you know karatee but i have a gun
Fury checked up on yo face we just having fun
Tracks straight to horizon nigguh blessed with staring eyes on
Bluff and all that bitches rolling papers doing swishes
Showing sharped knives claimin nigguh ain"t no right got that dawgs"as come to fight
Nigguh check my smile last time
Sloppy face collecting jabs join our battle dance
Ain"t no goddamn dopest nigguh cannot stop me with my plans
Ain"t no goddamn cocky nigguh cannot shoot me in the face
Yea my tribal came for murder
Feel the family to your faith