There is a certain impression that things had gone too far
And that that there are things happening that should not be happening at all
Somebody is pursuing a goal to become even more popular
At Highdure's stairwell old school cruel hard core
Naturally some people did not like that
Which is why it is unlikely that they will leave me alone
Really, that would have been even strange if they would
I should be lucky if left alone at least in the after-life
This is normal. I knew that this would be the reaction
As of late, there is no slightest chance to relax at all
I have to admit folks that I would never do it this way
Hip-hop nation, learn to read between the lines
The smoke is slowly rising up to the ceiling
The cigarette ash fell on the floor. I saw red.
Jokes aside, all doors are locked
The game is gradually taking an extra dimension
I can attack without leaving my secret headquarters
Give me a pen, paper and a desk light
And some of that sticky stuff roughly a ship would be need
Or may be a hefty joint kindly please
End of April, nerves are wrecked, Hip-hop prize is coming up
I need to be upon the stage together with everyone
I am at the reception desk looking a t the time
The little mini-'Guf-ik' will arrive in a week, that is more important to me
Hope I can make it on time, I understand this quite well myself
The situation is flaky, agreed, who hadn’t been there
I have no idea what would you do
If you had such a dilemma
I apologize to those who attended that I could not make it
The rest were feeling good because of that though...
I had said this earlier and I will repeat myself again -
Honestly, understand - I don’t need this
I had never taken part in battles
Not even once in my life did I dream about awards
I had been always camera shy
I just was close by, there simply was a snow fall
Hey, so tomorrow at the “Atrium”
At the slot machines let's rub it down - there was a couple options drawn
Punch into GPS the 45th kilometer of MKAD
When you get there, text Marat right away
He will open the gate and let you pass on the territory of the warehouse
There until the first turn, just look be careful
Find Ashot, get the keys from the Passat
Leave the Toyota with him and fly back to 'Otradnaya'
Well OK. Now, why did the Center actually split?
So far people did not get a resolute answer yet
On top of that not a single one of the three of them is not telling shit!
Wow, that’s intriguing!
Interesting though what goes down with them for real?
Did that mix go bad just because of the money?
Or maybe there is something completely different?
For whatever reason people can’t seem to make peace with it
Remember: always and everywhere it's easy to find those
Who love to go through somebody else’s garbage can
There are also those who are constantly bringing the dirt out to the light
In order to attract crowds
There are people who the Almighty sends specifically
So that you would not think that life is all that as sweet as honey
You just have to simply smoke more and raise above that
Make peace with them, such is their nature
I am curious to see what could they possibly cast
If to continue to ignore them successfully in the same dumb way
There will be a few more articles with interviews in the yellow press
Where they will be written some more of that preposterous bullshit
About me and my wife:
"Guf had died by an accident, Aiza gave birth to triplets, let’s drink to their health"...
My track had somehow rubbed the wrong way Pasha Volya
This makes me so glad that it hurts - thanks I am pleased with results
In general I am trying not to sit in the internet
But every day I am going f-ing nuts from the new gossips
Believe me, you will find out about my death right away
When on the face of the Earth there will be no more supply of 'Gundzhybase':
"Shoot over here, change of address, 95 23 UZAO, new base...
The stroller, little gangster is rocking inside" ...
The danger is left behind, both hands untied
How should I describe it? If there are two ravens
On both of your shoulders sitting to the left and to the right
Taking turns pecking your head
You can continue to try to pretend that you don’t care
You could close the blinds, pull on a black five
Remember old school and cut out some explosives or take a sleeping pill
At the very least you can call the emergency number
The shit will come out differently in the morning
I am probably going to disappoint you now
But I do not smoke any more, and I am doing more of Feng-shui
And honestly I don’t know what that is
I am just happy with my life, just live and enjoy
Little by little I am settling down, drink a lot of tea
Watching the little one and he is watching me
And you know it only gives me a ‘hahaha..."
Your Blah-blah-blah to the yards “One Love”
Wha'Chu want? A? Oh, I can’t imagine how much stink this will generate now
I can already see how their eyes would be glittering
And how they are smiling with malice while rubbing their hands
Hooray! Hooray! He finally remembered about us!
Add to that a thousand of pleased douche-bags at the Hip-hop Forum
No compliments needed I know that you are in awe
I will "PR" you even having found myself in Morgue
By the way you know what else?
If you count the lines there will be an even count of one hundred
About a year ago we were still together
In a year there will be two hundred lines like these