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Текст песни:

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God
Indivisible...
It feels so good to be back..

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it′s time
It′s just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as I′mma whip someone′s ass
If you don′t understand, don′t even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task
And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft
Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts
Who′s had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mr. kisses ass crack, he′s a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back

[Chorus:]
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won′t steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c′mon)

All the people up top on the side and the middle
Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black
Don′t matter what color, all that matters we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause don′t matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better
They ain′t gonna stop us they can′t, we stronger now more than ever
They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know
Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c′mon)

[Chorus]

Imagine it pouring, it′s raining down on us
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone′s tryina tell us something,
Maybe this is god just sayin′ we′re responsible
For this monster, this coward,
That we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin′
How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists
Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six...
Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech
Let the president answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war
Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain′t loyal
If we don′t serve our own country, we′re patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes its all lies
The stars and stripes, they′ve been swiped, washed out and wiped
And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you know why,
Cause I told you to fight.

[Chorus]

And as we proceed,
To Mosh through this desert storm,
In these closing statements, if they should argue
Let us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our President, for the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator
Do you guy′s hear us...hear us...[laughing] (Hailie)

@ Eminem

Текст песни:

[Intro]

Yeahh
Definitely
Definitely dope
Definitely dope
Definitely
Definitely K-Mart
Yeah
Yeahh (trump)

[Verse 1]

You find me offensive
I find you offensive for finding me offensive
Hence if I should draw out a line any fences
If so to what extent, if any, should I go?
Cause it′s getting expensive
Being on the other side of the court room on the defensive
They say I cause extensive psychological nerve damage to the
brain
When I go to lengths this far at other people′s expenses
I say you′re all just too god damn sensitive
It′s censorship and it′s downright blasphemous
Let′s end this shit now cause I won′t stand for this
And Christopher Reeves won′t sit for this neither
And let′s clear this up too I aint got no beef with him
either
He used to be like a hero to me
I even believe I had one of those 25 cent stickers
On my refrigerator right next to Darth Vader
And Darth must have put a hex on him for later
I feel like its my fault cause of the way that
I stuck him off in between him and Lex Luther
I killed Superman, I killed Super...Man
And how ironic that I′d be the bad guy kryptonite
The green chronic

[Chorus]

Cause i aint got no legs or no brain
Nice to meet you
Hi, my name is...
I forgot my name
My name was not to become what I became with this level of
fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is...
Rain Man

[Verse 2]

Now in the bible it says
Thou shalt not watch two lesbians in bed
Have homosexual sex
Unless of course you were given the consent to join in
Then of course it′s intercourse and it′s bisexual sex
Which isn′t as bad as long as you show some remorse for your
actions
Either before, during, or after performing the act of that
which
Is normally reffered to as such more commonly known phrases
That are more used by today kids
In a more derogatory way
But who′s to say what′s fair to say and what not to say
Lets ask Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre (What up?)
I got a question if i may (Yea?)
Is it gay to play putt putt golf with a friend (yeah)
And watch his butt butt when he tees off (yeah)
But but i aint done yet
In football a quarterback yells out ′hut hut′
While he reaches in another grown man′s ass
Grabs on his nuts, but just what if
It was never meant, it was just an accident
But he tripped, fell, slipped and his penis went in
His teeny, tiny, little, round hiney
And he didn′t mean it but his little weenie flinched just a
little bit
And I don′t need to go into any more details
But what if he pictured it as a female′s butt
Is that gay? I just need to clear things up
′Til then I′ll just walk around with a manly strut
because...

[Chorus]

Cause i aint got no legs or no brain
Nice to meet you
Hi, my name is...
I forgot my name
My name was not to become what I became with this level of
fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is...
Rain Man

[Verse 3]

You find me offensive
I find you offensive...
Shit this is the same verse, I just did this
When am I gonna come to my good senses?
Probably the day Bush comes to my defenses
My spider senses telling me Spider-Man is nearby
And my plan is to get him next and open up a whoop ass
canister
God damnit Dre where′s the god damn beat (yeah)
Anyway,
Anyway, I don′t know how else to put it
This is the only thing that I′m good at
I am the bad guy kryptonite, the green chronic
Demonic, yep yep, don′t worry I′m on it, I got it
High-fived Nick Lechey, stuck a pin in Jessica′s head and
walked away
And as she flew around the room like a balloon I
Grabbed the last can of chicken tuna out the trash can and
zoom I
Headed straight back to the Neverland Ranch
With a peanut butter jelly chicken tuna sandwhich
And I don′t even gotta make no god damn sense
I just did a whole song and I didn′t say shit

[Chorus]

Cause i aint got no legs or no brain
Nice to meet you
Hi, my name is...
I forgot my name
My name was not to become what I became with this level of
fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is...
Rain Man

[Outro]

Cos I euurghhhaeahhh!
Rain Man
Definitely
Definitely Dr. Dre
Super Duper
Beat-Maker
Two thousand and...two thousand and...four hundred and
eighty seven million, nine hundred and se...seventy three
thousand, four hundred and sixty three.
And seventy (Yeah)


@ Eminem

Текст песни:

If there′s any bitches in this room, then there′s something I gotta say
For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way
I′ve been down that road and now I′m back, sittin′ on square one
Tryna pick myself up where I started from

I never woulda thought that I′d see you outta control
Even though my penis was deep down in your hole
You should know between us we was like mates to soul
Nothing could intervene us, especially no hoes
You was more so the chalant type, I chose
To more shows, haunted you nights I suppose
That′s how it go, with time spent, emotion grows
In the beginning, friends we decided to roll
So who′s responsible when you get excited, explode
And Obie′s grinning, then you invite that Obie′s cold
But bitches the gon′ talk, niggas they gon′ hate
We established this way before we became mates
So whats required is that you chill with all that fire
Get your desire when I retire

Spend some time with me, say that you′ll be mine
I never thought I′d find someone to be mine
Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line
Spend some time with me, say that you′ll be mine

I used to say I never met a girl like you before
Still ain′t got a fuckin′ clue as to who you truly are
Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters
Till you went as far as goin′ and snoopin′ through my drawers
Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for
Can′t believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore
You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours
All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls
If you recall I used to treat you as a groupie broad
When we fucked I refused to even take my jewelry off
But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off
It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on
You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we′d argue
And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me
And who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly
Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me
It′s true that I got shot in the heart
But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are
But see, when you′re in it it′s too hard to see
Till you pull up and see some other dude′s car parked and reach
Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat
Before you make a decision that′s life altering
And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave
You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring

Spend some time with me, say that you′ll be mine
I never thought I′d find someone to be mine
Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line
Spend some time with me, say that you′ll be mine

In most cases, Stat′s attitude is fuck-a-bitch
My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch
But you was different, thought we shared a covenant
Even held your hand in public, we sufferin′ because of this
Shorty on some whole ′notha other shit
Tryna play sick thinkin′ i′mma trick off rick
I′ll admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit
Feed you the best of me, I shoulda fed you piss
We started off closer than close
But who coulda predicted to know, your triflin′ ways woulda stopped our growth
And the final result, back in that same boat
I ask myself, do I love these hoes? NO!

Em introduced us, "50 this is Tanya, Tanya this is 50"
Then slid off and left her to kick it with me
I complimented her, I said you have very nice lips
With my imagination, I could see her suckin′ my dick
We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast
Had her comin′ over in a cab to give me some ass
Downtown Manhattan on the balcony, stare at the skyline
Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind
She got to talkin′, talkin′ like an opportunist too
Why talk when suckin′ my dick is the real career move?
Said she′s an inspiring actress, she do videos for practice
Yeah, yeah, know how many times I done heard that shit?

Spend some time with me, say that you′ll be mine
I never thought I′d find someone to be mine
Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line
Spend some time with me, say that you′ll be mine

@ Eminem

Текст песни:

Yo I got an idea
Let me go grab Sticky right quick

**sounds of steps**

Hey yo Stick, Stick

[Sticky]

Yo Slim Shady
Yo I just had like a nightmah..
Wait it wasn′t like a nightmare
It was like a good dreah..
Well it wasn′t a good.. (What was it?)
Hey yo I just had a crazy dream man (What?)
Yo, yo I dreamed I was white! (Ohhh)

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if he was white?
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

Verse One : Sticky Fingaz

Yo, yo
What if I was white skin the same color as cocaine?
Blond hair, blue eyes
The whole shibang
I know one thing
Police wouldn′t always be watching me
Pull me over for nothing, constantly jockin me
(Can I get your autograph?)
Yellow cabs in the cities that stop for me
I wouldn′t need caladeral to buy property
If I was white
Wouldn′t matter if I was rich or poor
SECURITY wouldn′t follow me around the store
Like I′d steal something (Maybe he might of stole something)
Because I′m black I rob
And automatically assume I ain′t got no job
On my own land I feel like an immigrant
If I was white
I wouldn′t thought O.J. was innocent (He did it)

Chorus: Eminem

If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (Yo think about that)
What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white (for a minute)
What if he was white?
What if he was (What if he was white?)
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if you were white? (what if he was white?)
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white,(STICKyyyy what if you were white?) white, white,
white, white, white?

Verse Two: Sticky Fingaz

If I was white
It would be a different world for me
If I was white (ummmmmmmm?)
What shade would I be?
Would I be Redneck or Skinhead, prepi or high class?
YOU PROBABLY LIVE IN A TRAILERPARK AND BE WHITE TRASH!
In any case that be ill shit right? (Yep)
But there′s a good and bad out of being white
You can′t say the N word without starting a fight
(What′s UP MY BROTHER?)
True dance it′ll be, I had two left feet
Even if I was white
Plaque still have a ghetto shit (How you doing?)
Is it a minfo
Or do I really have a little dick (Nah, it′s true!)
If I was white
I would probably listen to hardcore rock
and covered my ears when ever I heard Hip Hop (Ahhhhhhhhhhhh)

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (What if he was white?)
What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white, white, white, white, he was white(ummmmmmmm?)
What if he was white? (What if you were white?)
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white? (What if he was white?)

Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz

Yo,yo,yo, if I was white
I probably wouldn′t even think the same
I watched Tennis and golf and bet on Hockey games (Red Wings Man)
Wear suit and ties and go to work everyday
If I was white
I couldn′t live around my way
In it probably wouldn′t never even been an Onyx shit
I be serice sippin vadka and tonixs
Smokin on them all on a marboral
instead of a nueport
I live in Long Island
Instead of New York
If I was white
I probably couldn′t dunk
Cuz everybody knows white man can′t jump (Nope!)
And probably wouldn′t be able to go to the trees spots
Cuz all the niggas trend think I was a cop

Chorus: Eminem

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?(Yo you can′t say that)
What if he was white
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?
What if you were white?
What if he was white?
What - If - He - Was - White?
What if he was white?
What if he was
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?
If he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
(What would you do if you were white?)
What - If - He - Was - White?
(What if you were white?)
white, white, white, white, white, white,
(What if you were white!!!!)
white, white, white, white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
white, white, white, white, white?
What if he was white
white, white, white, white, white, white, white, white?

[Eminem]

Yo, what if I was White? uhh..

@ Eminem

Текст песни:

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo′ heat, na nah nah nah nah

[Nas]
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it′s so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal′s single, Bonnie′s broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can′t keep they hands to theyself no more
I′m like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a

[Chorus]
Wanna be me, you can′t you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I′m the one and only
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn′t come close on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction

[Nas]
You can′t be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It′s childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I′ll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That′s the thing I hate the most, can′t even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I′m your fuckin C-section
Plus I′m the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you′ll realize that I made you

[Chorus]

[Nas]
You can′t be me, I′m tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I′m past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player′s ball, Brianni suits, y′all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit′ll take place
Evil as Hitler′s hate-race people
This is God son, and I′ve come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you′ll see that my plan
is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?
Cause soon you′ll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I′m the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster′s theme, while you entertain me
If I ain′t cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns′ll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you

[Chorus]

You can′t be me

@ Eminem

Текст песни:

Get down, get down, get down
I see everybody rockin′ the same old style
And everyone′s sportin′ the same profile
And all of y′all wearin′ the same name brands
I hear everybody jackin′ these played out jams
I won′t reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands
I rock mikes and roll bikes
I cross foreign lands
I made my bones out in zones
Where the twilight be
And every time I touch a mic
It′s Fright Night Part Three
For every MC that wanna test and try
In your custom made wears
Thinkin′ you too fly
Makin′ up in gold chains
What you′re lackin′ for brains
It′s time to call your ma, Duke
Scoop up your remains
And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed
Of boastin′ and braggin′ about the toes you taggin′
I′m knock knock knockin′ on heaven′s door
While every rapper that you simmed
Is pimped like a whore
You see your talk is eighteen
Three quarters past four
When your doctor slaps my ass
Hear the lion roar
The record sales soared
And the world got toured
You say what happened to my band
I say I just got bored
Now they call me Whitey Ford
And I say praise the Lord
Find me breakin′ up your crews
Catch me singin′ the blues
Strummin′ and pickin′ like I′m BB King
It′s Abdul Rakim
Now watch me do my thing

CHORUS
Down down, you go
Down down, so low
Down down, till you hit the floor
Keep fallin′ down, till you can′t get down no more

You go point blank range
With the scope he′s knockin′
The Psycho might change
But there ain′t no stoppin′
The moon′s on the rise
When the sun start droppin′
And y′all need to quit the bullshit you poppin′
′Cause I′ve been hip hoppin′ since BDP
Rock the P it′s free
It′s Abdul Rakim
And when referring to me
You best respect the name
Make a quick double take
And double check your game
′Cause you about to get dissed
I′m checkin′ my list
When I check it over twice
It′s like rollin′ the dice
I hit four-five-six I′m all up in your mix
I rock good from Hollywood
To the City of Bricks
And all these fake cats scream they′re keepin′ it real
While you′re makin′ your deal
We′ll be breakin′ the seal
You be breakin′ your vows
Like people worshippin′ cows
And then I hit ya with the who′s, what′s, where′s and how′s
Like Vinny Barbarino
Matt Gachino
I′m with my man Rino
With the Brooklyn Lordz
Crashin′ the boards with my soul in a hole
I take it back to the future
From the days of old
I′m too cold to hold
Too hot not to burn ya
Don′t stick your nose in business that don′t concern ya
Might have to trip
And flip like Ike Turner
You too old for schoolin′, boy, when I′m gonna learn ya

CHORUS

@ Everlast

Текст песни:

Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
I′ve got to go, but I′d love to stay

Yo I′ve been walkin′ round in the streets of these cities
I′ve flipped a few whiskies, I′ve rode a few kitties
I made a few dollars, I bought a few bottles
I popped a few collars then rocked a few models
I′ve pushed a few buttons, left all you cats guessing
It′s Whedo Garcia, bia, who you stressin′
I′m epervecent, bout to drop blessings
I had to kill Whitey, word to the almighty
I′m tailor-made and I′m custom-fitted
Can′t none of y′all cats do it like I did it
I might come sing it, I might come spit it
And if you wanna take it, try to come get it
You′ll get your wig splitted, get your grill busted
I′m crazy like the Beastie Boys were still dusted

Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
A tick tock and you don′t stop
I′ve got to go, but I′d love to stay
A tock tick and you don′t quit, hit it
Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
A tick tock and you don′t stop
I′ve got to go, but I′d love to stay
A tock tick and you don′t quit, hit it

Yo, off the dummy′s instrumental, I spit heavy metal
Never been from the ghetto, keep it mad fundamental
Caninite devil, Cockazoid rebel
Add some bass, add some treble, pump up my level
Cause mad motherfuckers done bit my steeze
And the game has got biters like dogs got fleas
And all you dick riders get up off your knees
Drinkers turn your bottles up, smokers burn your trees
Learn your A B C′s, mind your P′s and Q′s
Fuck around, get shot up, wind up on the news
Yo, it′s Whedo Garcia, he a singin′ the blues
Rockin′ shiney jewels and some brand new shoes
I love my mama cause she ain′t raised no fools
My golden rule is stay holdin′ the tool
What you doing to your people′s comes back on you
Don′t know when the grim reaper wants to rendezvous
It′s like

Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
A tick tock and you don′t stop
I′ve got to go, but I′d love to stay
A tock tick and you don′t quit, hit it
Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
A tick tock and you don′t stop
I′ve got to go, but I′d love to stay
A tock tick and you don′t quit, hit it

I hear mad motherfuckers say they′re ready to die
Acting like they don′t care but I swear they lie
Tell you now if they had to look death in the eye
They beg and they plead and they scream and they cry
When the reaper calls, ya all will fall
Ya all will fall when the reaper calls
When the reaper calls, ya all will fall
Ya all will fall when the reaper calls
I hear a lot of motherfuckers say they down for the kill
Most of them are just clowns but they swear they will
Spend a lot of time being down, keepin′ it real
But I pay more attention to the ones that keep still
Ya all will fall when the reaper calls
When the reaper calls, ya all will fall
Ya all will fall when the reaper calls
When the reaper calls, ya all will fall

Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
A tick tock and you don′t stop
I′ve got to go, but I′d love to stay
A tock tick and you don′t quit, hit it
Clock on the wall keeps ticking away
A tick tock and you don′t stop
I′ve got to go, but I′d love to stay
A tock tick and you don′t quit, hit it

@ Everlast

Текст песни:

These eyes, never lie
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)

No time, to say good bye (So come on)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)

Yo, people say that I shouldn′t be chasing papers
The ones who say it claim they ain′t movers and shakers
I mean, I feel the principle, but back to reality
What′s the point of me workin′ if I can′t feed my family
Strategy, I got none and that′s abundantly clear
So I take pride to be the new pioneer
And I′m livin′ moment to moment hopin′ someone will notice
Then go back for my folks and everybody support us
Bought us a couple minutes cause′ they knew that we finished
We winners, we had it in us ever since we beginners
Visions of getting money, that′s the new frontier
But I ain′t gettin′ no money, I′m making income here

These eyes, (Gotta know) never lie
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)

No time, to say good bye (So come on)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)

How′d I make mistakes, I apologize
Got my hands dirty, chasin′ devil′s pie
Through the ups and downs I learned to realize
Don′t ever take for granted people close in your life
I′m broke in my pockets but love I got plenty
Blessed with good people, you couldn′t pop a pennies
We in this thing together, no weather′s gonna′ stop this
Trains left their station and breakin′s not an option
Times gettin′ difficult cause′ people tryin′ to cross me
Whisper this and that behind my back and let me softly
But my skin′s thick, that nonsense doesn′t hurt
I′m bout′ to be major before I leave earth (Earth)

These eyes, never lie
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)

No time, (Let me know) to say good bye
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me, so clean)
Give it to me (Give it to me)

New suit (Right), clean shoes (Right)
Make sure my tie is right and my fade is tight
It′s been a long time comin′ from rags that feel drummin′
Different stokes introducing Asian folks
Blues I′m still hummin′, birds I′m still wantin′
Freestyle′s back on the curb, I′m still bussin′
Can I get a little bitty of time (Give it to me)
You know I earned it, puttin′ in work like my granddad first did
My man Catch birthed it, innovated a purpose
Power to the people no matter the surface
When we rise together you gonna′ say it′s worth it
And if time is money, I got seconds to earn it
Without you, there′s nothin′ like an empty bucket
Without you, I′d say bucket? (Who that?)
You was the fans, the homies and fam′
I wouldn′t lose you for nothing, love (Love)

These eyes (Gotta know), never lie
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)

No time, (Let me know) to say good bye (So come on)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)
Give it to me (Give it to me)

@ Far East Movement

Текст песни:

(Shots being fired)

Yeah, that′ll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Folow me

[Chorus]
Fifty me, Fifty, he′s the fakest that you′ve ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen
Once I got you, I′m gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I′m going to give it to you baby, nice and slow

Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It′s gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he′s still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don′t make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
And they′re not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They′re the boys in blue, and I′m just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the bitch in you
Follow me

[Chorus]

Now let′s take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn′t even do shit
That′s a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them teflon vests?
We them terror squad boys
You should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game′s on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You′ve seen me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they don′t believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen ′em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That′s right, you see them more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain′t right

[Chorus]

I know what y′all thinkin man
Y′all thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin′ Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin out of his house
Feel like he can′t get touched man
I′m gonna respond one time, one time only
It ain′t gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who die crack
Trust me, make a response ten thousand times
I ain′t talkin back to that nigga
One thing I will promise you
That′s it man
This is crack bitch

@ Fat Joe

Текст песни:

Constantly girl you′re on my mind,
And girl I think about you all of the time
And even though words are hard to say,
Girl I miss you, never thought I′d feel this way.

If you keep on taking, my heart you′ll be breaking
So Why do you do this to me?
You know how I′m feeling it′s you I believe in
Baby Can′t you see that I need you?

You know that it′s true.
Every time I see your face I miss you baby
You know that it′s you.
I want to let you know you′re driving me crazy.
I′d do anything to help you to see,
I don′t think you understand what you′re doing to me.
You know that it′s true.
Every now and then I want to call you baby.
You know that it′s you.
I say a prayer that you′ll come back to me lady.
Oh yeah.
Life ain′t anything alone can′t you see
you′re an angel in my eyes,
Everyday you′re closer to me.

Nobody′s there when I call your name,
And nights are cold girl without your flame.
But if I could girl I′d make you see.
That I′m sorry, and that I need you here with me.

If you keep on taking, my heart you′ll be breaking
So Why do you do this to me?
You know how I′m feeling it′s you I believe in
Baby Can′t you see that I need you?

You know that it′s true.
Every time I see your face I miss you baby
You know that it′s you.
I want to let you know you′re driving me crazy.
I′d do anything to help you to see,
I don′t think you understand what you′re doing to me.
You know that it′s true.
Every now and then I want to call you baby.
You know that it′s you.
I say a prayer that you′ll come back to me lady.
Oh yeah.
Life ain′t anything alone can′t you see
you′re an angel in my eyes,
Everyday you′re closer to me.

Every day reminisce with the past
Of a love that we thought would last.
How we used to be when it was you and me.
How did it all disappear so fast.

There are days that I can′t forget
There are things that I now regret.
I was there for you when you were there for me,
And I Was thinkin′ we were set.
Every night when I′m laying in my bed
I hear your voice going round in my head,
think of all The things I could have done
and all those things I Could have said.
I really will make it up to you
I know now what I′ve got to do,
It took time but now I′ve realized how much
I′m missing you.

You know that it′s true.
Every time I see your face I miss you baby
You know that it′s you.
I want to let you know you′re driving me crazy.
I′d do anything to help you to see,
I don′t think you understand what you′re doing to me.
You know that it′s true.
Every now and then I want to call you baby.
You know that it′s you.
I say a prayer that you′ll come back to me lady.
Oh yeah.
Life ain′t anything alone can′t you see
you′re an angel in my eyes,
Everyday you′re closer to me.


@ Five

Текст песни:

(Ne-Yo)
Ohhhhhhh
ohhhhhhh
ohhhhhh
yeah yeah yeah

I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back,
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

(Flo Rida)
Hey, sh sh shawty with no limits,
that’s what I need all the time,
I’m wit with with it, she with it,
She not sure she put it down
Come get get get it, the business,
I hi hit it, whose is it
The Benz with the windows tinted, oh I get dirty south
Showning, like them grown men, goose patrongen
Let let me go in, sexy moanin, ca catch me jonesin
Let no not ever with this little mama off schedule
Got me achy, call me papi, hottest I be fly as feathers
But but bout that, sh shawty housed that,
You you got that prowl cat
I wanna pop it like ecstasy, pretty face and all that
But what I look for, this gal is hood core,
But that is outdoors
Deserve an encore, the definition of a shone

(Ne-Yo)
I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back,
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

(Flo Rida)
Hey, I’m feeling you girl, wanna get close to you, no doubt
My sister swagger should tell it more than anything can vouch
Little mama you are what’s inside ghetto,
fine I’ll make you proud
So stuntalicious, I love it,
Lets at least work something out
Miss thing, million dollar game, coke bottle frame
Make my wall of fame let me know your name
I control the rain I could make it better, matter of fact
I make it weather, stormy weather with this cheddar
All because you hot as ever, if you may lady,
Let me play baby, make my way baby,
You won’t like it, send it back and its okay baby
You’s a keeper, touch of diva, give me a fever
If I could freak ya, give me the word and I’ll be along

(Ne-Yo)
I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back,
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

Girl let me touch you like nobody can (yeah girl)
Girl let me show you I’m a gentleman (uh huh)
I wanna be the one to hold your hand (oh yeah)
I just wanna be, I just wanna be

Girl let me touch you like nobody can (yeah girl)
I wanna show you I’m a gentleman (uh huh)
Girl let me be the one to hold your hand (oh yeah) (whoaaaaaa)
I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back,
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back,
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

I just gotta say, I just gotta say..

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

я прошу у тебя прощения и небеса
дадут увидеть как медленно тучкнеют глаза
как покатилась слепая слеза и все как прежде вроде
будет лишь там где ты должна быть верь мне

но я не стою тебя честно сказать
и память спрячет на секунду но не даст забыть
ни радость слез. ни свет в глазах
и фресками на сердце отразились все эти дни
монетами рассыпались обрывки крика карая
и не понять что менять, может не стоит не знаю
запомни ты последняя кто грела сердце мое
ты воскресила во мне надежду любовь. но боль
причиненная мною осталась и кто я.
просто обманщик, что завладел тобою.
после убил героя, будто бы в сюжете из боли
оставив чувства за кадром сняв эпизоды побоев
ты просила остаться цепляясь тонкими пальцами
я уходил без оглядки, чтобы не возвращаться
но в одиночестве гордом я слышу тонкие ноты
твоего голоса, Боже, наделал я что-же?!
как жаль что разум приходит намного позже эмоций
вроде бы все как всегда, но от чего то не очень
и почему то тихо плачет солнце прячась за тучи
жизнь учит нас тогда когда в песке мы в зыбучем
кого это мучает, вопрос нещастного случая
мне не хватало что есть, и по сей день моя учесть лишь
в том, чтобы ронять слезу тихо,
когда твой образ вспылвает перед глазами но все прости
я потерял и обрести не дано!
и этот монолог сплетен из сожаления строк
про то как глупо порой, про то чем будет урок!
про то что мы уже не те и мир совсем уж не тот
рок жесток и я свернул не в тот поворот
а как хотелось прожить с одной тобой но не смог
смог застилает и лая кружат дворовые псы
казалось мы напомним волны но это просто мечты
прости за них за то что сломано было, было безумно влюблятся
в твои черты но остыв я понял линия судьбы разложит карты свои нам
я понял линия судьбы разрежет петли, мосты
а я пытался забыть обо всем, забить как на все, словно сон,
и снова свет луны мелькает образ, волной в унисон
руины наших грез остались где то в дали
и мы уплыли от любви как корабли у Дали
я буду жалеть но выбор остался неизменнен прости
просто забудь конец романса не на ноте любви
поверь ты будешь любима поверь появится принц
а я в пустыне унылой своей души жгу мосты
остынь я снова повторяю себе фразы до боли знакомы
болью не заглушишь горечь горя и промаха но
как бы то ни было жизнь идет
и мне приходится идти за ней и ждать поворот
а на брелке твой смайлик улыбкой дарит лучик надежды
твое тепло и по сей день со мной и запах как прежде
не понимаю как то глупо расставаться рыдая
но знаю ты не такая как я. ты лучше родная
я эгоист и во всем ставлю себя лишь на кон
а прочим другого дано, но впрочем теперь я не прочь
свечи на то чтоб на вечер, просто остаться с тобой
забыв обо всем тишиной укрыться и спать под луной
утром расствориться в предрасветном тумане
и продолжать идти туда куда свобода заманит
и хотя пусто в кармане и мысли что о тебе лишь
на век тебе одной верен. но жаль не веришь ты мне
ноты стекают с пиано, но я стихами не пьян
боле не выдержу боли, что по причине всех ран
да мы глупы порой но я живу одной лишь тобой
и этот мир не помешает мне найти пароль
но если я теперь в прошлом где то в мыслях затерян
то я останусь навсегда в плэйлисте трэком из плэера
мой билет в один конец уже на станции финиш
но на моих губах, в конце будет лишь имя твое
А где то теплый ветер тихо ласкает тебя
жаль не отнять мне у него твой облик, твой аромат
я ощущаю твой взгляд осколком в сердце ты яд
перегораю мыслями но все же рад что я знал тебя
Помнишь день когда глаза были ярче чем солнце
я хотел сгореть в них, но сгорел от упреков
Теперь выходит я закрыл в твое сердечко дверь?
теперь метель в душе и я будто раненый зверь
меня стирают мысли о тебе, и горечь потерь
и я скорей умру чем проживу без тебя ты поверь
я принесу себя в жертву нашему прошлому,
и сгину между, миром и пропастью, просто я
не смог забыть короткой жизни, и без пошлости
ты осознаешь что я был, как сон, и все же прости
Помни где бы ты не была, с тобою теплый ветер
А значит мой поцелуй и я с тобой на веки
знай я буду стелить тебе листья в парке украдкой
гоняя ветром их ты приходи лишь просто поплакать
давай мы капли слез твоих меж строчек оставим
пусть они блещут если вдруг меня на свете не станет

@ Flow Guides

Текст песни:

Студия «Logic PRO», всем пид*** на зло
9mm и Ga$par мутим злое «музло»
Моя подача в микро, ручка, бит и бумага
Все так же держим лейбл, Alma-Ata mother fucka

Мы не подвластны стилю, так же как и закону
Этот плакат 2Paс’a для нас как икона
Ноты в кармане и эта лирика так ранит
И вновь Алма-Атинский бит качает твой динамик
Это не ГИДРОПОНИК! Если ты еще не понял
Это живой продукт тот, что ищут на районе
Синий значок 9-ки на желтом фоне
В твоем магнитафоне эпизоды наших хроник
Это не ради денег или аплодисментов
Это не для рейтинга в сети или грязных комментов
То что слушают под дымом, делают тоже под дымом
Может вне закона жанра, но задаем ритм
Рифмуем то, что видим, пишем то, чем живем
Да это коммерция чистой воды
Пацанчик, ты о чем?!
Это не для Москвы и не для Super star
Алма-Ата KZ, 9mm, Ga$par
Лови новый удар то что называем рэпом
Это от сердца к сердцу, куплет за куплетом
Мои друзья со мной и этот микрофон в руках
Музыка живет в душе, душа живет в стихах
У нас одна история и один флаг
И мы идем к победе, ускоряя шаг
У нас одна игра, ведь рэп объединяет
Алма-Ата KZ! Peace всем, кто меня знает! 9mm в сборе, готовят формулу каждому повару
В руки поровну этой обоймы
Знакомые тебе голоса звучат с окраин города
И наши спальные кварталы ценят по любому
Своим ходом набираем рифмы обороты
Для тех, кто пизд**, что рэп уже не в моде
Рэп в коме, у рэперов диета слов
Сравни варианты как 2Pac и Biggie Smalls
Взгляни на компас, здесь южная столица
Цени наш звук, нам есть чем гордиться
Я не лучший MC, но я один из них
Бит, как доказательство, вместо фактов стих
Пока я здесь с Ga$par’ом тут do it по-любому
Рэп ради рэпа и никак по другому
Салам микрорайонам и всем центровым
9mm, Ga$par (пускаем дым) Пощупай пульс свой, чувствуй как участится
Под этот бит, если так значит трек годиться
Значит делай громче, ну в прочем как хочешь
А лучше спусти окна с ветерком и по Алма-Ате ночью
А если пульс стабильный, лучше нажми на стоп
К чему напряги и переключись на хип-хоп
Средний восток Meyrs в рэпе я не знаток
Просто делал от души, Так Как Мог
Банку от пепси, закидывая сигарету
Подрубаюсь к интернету, мысль о вендетта
Без всякой лжи, тут уже честь задета
Не нужно сравнивать нас с догсами из гетто
В сети где то, где то там ВКонтакте
Кому не лень обсуждать, лечат типа мы так себе
Люди расслабьтесь а, наш рэп не по контракту
Он весь для вас и я не жду возврата
Де факт для души, треки для поддержки
Мы не похожи с ними мы орлы, а они решки
А так мне все равно, все ровно вроде
Рэп не первое дело, это просто хобби
Сравнения ни к чему не приведут
Не знаешь почему, а потому
Выбирай по вкусу своему, решать самому тебе
Вы пока тупите, мы продолжаем играть
Игру с названием рэп, где вы как наблюдатели
Я не создатель этой игры, но я играть умею
Знаю, я не самый лучший, но некоторых брею
Проходит время, меняются интересы, заменяя игры игрой
Но рэп их перевесил. не кончается игра
Пока river не раскрыт, в этом и весь смысл
Смысл в финале скрыт, рэп не как профессия
Как любимое дело и этим делом смело
Изменим систему, если тебя задело
Чем то это тема, значит ты консерватор
Не готовый к переменам, харе питаться мнением
Своих друзей и подруг, пора проснуться и оглянуться вокруг
Ведь все не просто так, даже эти биты
Рэп не ради бабок, рэп для Алматы Они гоняют мои треки у себя в Cayene
И даже ждут когда увидят меня на сцене
Обсуждают даже-даже говорят, что лажа
Если верить им, то меня наверно знает каждый
Кто-то даже дважды, был кентом однаждый
Есть и такие кто был кентом за бумажки
За доллары не продаюсь лаве лежит на полках
Пока есть Ca$h, значит рядом будут телки
Алма-Ата лови мою атаку………………………
Бородатому респект, вот что значит брат
И не важно чей трек попадет в хит-парад
Пока там кто-то со стаканом продувал уик-энд
Мы превратили это все в Алма-Атинский бренд
Не нужен Happy End………………………………………

@ Gaspar

Текст песни:

[интро]
"Сделайте свою жертву моей головой"

[1 куплет]
Моя кисть засохла, надо было не рисовать
Дерьмом постылые узоры на заборах мира,
На задворках рая. Где же растворитель? Вместо
Него использовать хлорку бесполезно,
Топор только, которым вырублю слова
На пояснице прямой речи к порочной Франции
В 40ых был меч и было легче убить нежели оставить жить.
Танго танцы с Евой... Браун только. Даже Адам
Стал бы ревновать, жаль что он ушел в нокаут.
Танцы танго, взгляды нагло собирают складно
В кучу глазниц речи поясницу.
Правда, слов гвардия каранует
Сословие чистых непристойных героев,
С лозунгом "Убей Бога и станешь Воином". Без боя,
Но с кровью, вопрос к Богу "Сдаться не изволите?"
И цифровой ангел не предохранит... от спида...
Ведь с новой платой он БОГотворит сатанизм.
Моя роль - роль блеклого гида по миру Гидр
Всех типов и видов, медиоумов и пидоров.
Я слышал истину: Нас окружает то, что мы хотим видеть.
Все - лишь пошлая экранизация вторичного прошлого.
Одноразовый шприц реальности вколот, в беспамятстве,
В глаза актуальной социальной праведности.
Хотя никто не хочет быть вторым.
Никто не хочет быть тем кем его хотят видеть все,
Все - полы, но и все с пеной у рта.
Пусть большие машины любит большая звезда! Но не Я.

Точно, в граммах, вешает лишь висилица.
Дальше только ниже, пора висилиться.
Поэтому пирующие пьют как дышат,
Ведь они знают, дальше только ниже

[2 куплет]
У меня в фойе довольно длинная прямая очередь
Стабильно отстроченная нить
Мыслей ярких и законченных... в стиле:
Не изволите сопротивлятся, то я буду бить.
Слепленные из дерьма и глины слова
Собирают невинный образ нигилизма, куда вобран
Добрый, но холодный Гимн выжившего изгоЯ.
Его слушают стоя: Я разрушаю, а значит и строю!
Читай свои колдовские слова вместе со мною
Ведьмы уже не девственны, кровь и гной
Пролиты с понтами как и "МОЛОКО, которое
Пожиралось много раеньше, когда мы были цветами"
Наши миры совершенны и параллельны
Как и суки которыми являемся мы!
Моторное сердце заключенное в камеры,
Белые раковины, нос для порошка и блестящая ложка...
Все это лишь харизма атеиста в стадии похуизма.
Вы обвиняете Гитлера, я обвиняю вас в нацизме,
Хитро и искуссно. Нет того, что мы не купим!
"Ваш слепой теперь стал моим глухим!"
Хитро и искуссно танцы танго
С расстановкой и хрустом фаланги пальцев,
Нажимающих клавиши, перетираются в печенье
К МОЛОКУ пока буквы перебираются в науку:
Из трупов делать трюки.
И из всего стряпать муки. Ноги в руки. Острые крюки.
На небе не врут, они просто другие... суки,
А смерть, там, где другие корабли...
Вилы или грабли. Ботинки или кроссовки.
Свастика или крест? Боли звенья ковки.
На отмашь. Вот ваш Год. Вброд перейти - не пойдет.
Дальше только ниже... Чтож - сойдет...

[3 куплет]
Я знаю, что Бог есть, ведь вчера
Он явился мне в облике покойника
И я стал лишь отражением его клинка
Тусклый блик и мертвая радужная оболочка.
Я - тварь во Христе, привык к этому
И сам себя варю в этой пустоте.
Пока Твои морали делали ЭТО Этим путем...
Но мой фашизм ЭТО исправит и уберет.
Ведь золотой серидины нет. Я есть крайность
Между адом и раем, жизнью - выживаением,
Девственной раной и индустриальным страданием
Мой ряд - левый крайний, как и все мои старания.
То, чего вы должны бояться - это лишь мания,
Ведь, вы и я - то, чего вы должны бояться.
Так что спешите, а то мы не успеем
Ведь знаем что если заплачем то заржавеем...
Мы умеем и смеем лишь улыбаться в ответ
Зная и вспоминая истину, которой нет.
И у меня нет истины, только один стабильный прогноз
ЧЕСТНОЕ КИНО НЕ ВЫЗЫВАЕТ СЛЕЗ.

@ Gillia

Текст песни:

DoN-A:
Понятно что ты на нас накатал свой дисc
Ведь нападают на того кто мяч ведет в игре, смирись
С тем что нам похуй на тебя
В этом Касселе деревне,
Тебя ебнут за удар
Ты отрицаешь, но поверь мне
Мы тебе нахуй не хотели отвечать на твои диссы
Но фанаты нас просили - чтобы мы добили крысу
Не хотели, потому что твой ответ был не достоин
Мы ожидали большего, Дима, ты меня расстроил
Да я был, в Браво был, в Джуйс был, Бекспин ДА!
Если туда легко попасть, так че тебя там нету, а?
Пидарас, ты же нас, не считаешь за талант
Чеж писал ты нам на myspace? " Ахуенный клип братан"
Ты запизделся и не знаешь как свой зад пропиарить
Все диссы в нашу сторону не ненависть а зависть
На тебя время потратил, хоть ты не стоишь внимания
Теберь лошок проебал, Глаза откройте - Германия
Сууука!

Beny Krik:
Я Benny Krik, и да я фрик, и да я псих и ты поник
Слушай бит он как гранит, три патрона ты погиб
Твое место в зоопарке, поджимать хвосты кенгуру
Или бля в курятнике, чтоб там кричать "Кукареку"
Тфу-тфу-тфу, это кру мы как Wu-Tang а ты Тату
Твой поезд уехал сука, иди нахуй ту-ту-ту
У нас будет с Джакуза фитчер или с БабаСаад
А тебя твой турок каждый день, ебет как бабу в зад.
Как тебе не стыдно, что твой продюсер турок?
Ты готов продать свой зад, в любое время суток
Ты сидишь за компом, и на ебали сто морщин
А наши пацаны сидят за угон машин
Какой ты нахуй биф? ты лишь сосиска в бифе!
Гандон яйцеголовый, кто сочинает мифы
Ты фанат от бритни спирс, и от токио хотель
Я ебал твой нахуй Мерин, у нас в токио Хотель
Ты питух бамберский, или ты петух гамбургский
Я как в бильярде, засуну тебе в анус кий
Ginex ездит на ТТ (ауди) и нас крутят по ТВ
А ты лысая шокира, обасрала весь РТ (рашен таун)
Что ты крыса видно, потому что сука вдруг
Ты сначала диссил стима, а теперь ты лучший друг
Ты продажная шалава, сделаешь все для пиара
Если надо будет ты попросишь даже фитчер у Дэмара
Ах кстате Дима спасибо тебе за рекламу
Вышлю тебе диски и распишусь Дмитрию еблану...

SoM:
Ты кинул понты, лошара что-то пропищал из норы
Тебя заставлю этим диссом обращаться на "вы"
Ко мне как в ужасе из злой темноты,
Я выйду кину тебе на могилку с грязью цветы
Ты похоронен первым диссом нашим, я сравнил себя с Савашем
А тебе как крысе лысой, место сторого на параше
Бред который делаешь ты, это такая лажа
Её хавают щеглы, но теперь пришло время наше
Дима ты больше не дина, теберь ты бамберский петя,
Ты палабол и падонок, ты за себя не в ответе
Ты писал Грому на space - "давай оставим как есть"
Пропиздаболился снова, но эт не новая весть
Не можешь взять меня диссом и поступаешь как вася,
Ты хочешь фанам показать, что типа я против kla$′a
Но нихуя не угадал, даю я парням респект
Я никогда не хейтерил, ведь я не петя мамбет
Дина продает свой грязный потный shit
Снизу подпись "даю только тем кто знаменит"
Вот это твой метод, ты ж кричал что ты таких как ST1M вешал
Но Никита написал и димочку хуем утешил
Да я понимаю, слава деньги это тянет
Промо,ролики альбомы на Кинг Ринге это манит
MTV, но ты пойми что это тоже не выход
И твою лысину из-за бумера никто не увидит
И ты продался, но остался там где раньше был
Все так же в форуме торчишь позоришся дебил!
Все твои диссы это куча матов, нету фактов рановато
Радуешься Петя, твои трэки смыслом не богаты
Ты богатый? нет, ты падаль, я те покажу как надо
Ты продажный, это минус, ты продашь друзей и брата
За бабло, за число с нулями где очку тепло
Ты трепло, кроешь всех хуями будто помело
Но ты не рэпер, ты лишь хейтер, над тобой смеются дети
Выставил видос где вокруг тачки, бегаешь в инэте
Типа Мерс себе купил, ну типа дима перец крут
Но я не знал что проститутки получают тут
А я нормальный парень, езжу только строго на трамвае
Мне не надо писать диссы, чтобы мой музон гоняли
Я пиарю тебя дима, лучше мне очко целуй
Рашэн Таун весь кричал, Шоку нужен хуй-хуй

@ Ginex

Текст песни:

Let the record play,
Let the record play,
Let the record play.

The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,
You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a kershaw neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

Now she′s sweating my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
My Adam Barton tattoos,
But she can′t say "what′s up",
So what does she do,
She just stays posted up,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed on my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

She, she, she don′t wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don′t wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,
I′m just trying to stay up out it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boy starts to hate,
The girls that came with him,
They like that′s not the boy she dates,
They get the fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is staring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I′m wearing,
But the music keeps playing,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck and my chain.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.

@ Good Charlotte