[Verse 1: Porchy]
Motherfuckers never thought I was the one to wait on (yea)
Why do you think I never stay calm?
I bet you didn’t think I’d make bombs (ra-ca-ca)
But every track I drop - napalm strike
Adaptation I’m the proof (ye-yea)
I'm the only foreign in the crew (ye-yea)
I was there when there was just a few (ye-yea)
Why do you think there is English in this tune?
Ohh
Principles I got a ton, always had them since I was young
I was in it when it began, will be with it until it's done
And that's never “forever immortalized”
Ohh
I went from city to city, I left my country
Yeah, they say I turned my back on it and never took a crack at it
I never turned my back on it, but I diversified, bitch

[Verse 2: May Wave$]
I don’t trust anyone, besides my team (bryaa)
Moloko welcome
In the alley garland and flashing lights
Split bank or go on the bank
Boat of staff, packs of Malabar (mi-iu)
Her toys are shooting like Mauzer (dzyaan)
Baby mounts with opiate
That’s the last road to hell (a-ay)
It's hard - choosing connections
After all, there is no operator proposed
Stop calling
I won’t look at her eyes
They’re so narrow - it's China Town
Glassing punches in the guts (ha-ay)
Dealt like a deck of cards
Tarot! Mommy!
Lots of the best ones, but they lie
There has been more talking than product
[Verse 3: Jeembo]
My couplets like crows (hu)
They fly in all directions
Earned cash is shared equally (equally)
Smoked a million and we don’t care (don't care; don't care)
I open the doors to the temple to everyone
From Adam to Saddam (hu)
Brotha, I have scars
Do not lick the wounds (no, no)
Don’t call me, I'm block boy of rock and roll like Pink Floyd (ye-yea)
A flock near, can you hear them howling?
I give them meat with a vengeance
They call me Jeembo
Ancestor of the limb
Raised on hands, or put on a pitchfork
I'll choose my name myself (choose my name; choose my name)
Fell from the sky, now dented into the ground (into the ground)
Shadows whisper, but I don't care
It's a long way to the top
Like original sin
Now fuck them all

[Verse 4: Loqiemean]
(Ok, Loqie)
This city is not mine, but it showed my own voice, ye
This city is mute, it gave me its voice, ye
He laughs silently between lines (ha-ha-ha-ha)
See: he got numb, I revive its urban for speed
How do you like it?
The newest, yes tactless, ou
I see Gestapo in those cops, ye
Maybe, were enough just signs, ye
On Sakharov there's nothing good, oh
Chokin' myself with a plastic bag
Do you fucking believe in it or not?
I can’t take a soberly look
How to wash off of my fucking eyes Kemerovo ashes?
Fuck, come on!
Every new day wants to take from me
I live a day as two days
I don’t know what tomorrow will be
Just blindly follow the smell
This city is not mine, but it showed my own voice, ye
This city is mute, it gave me its voice, ye
(Even more, than I would want)
My heart is so full of furrows inside
(I’ve been here longer than I’d wished)
I lay down on the fire — bring me the firewoods
[Verse 5: Thomas Mraz]
We are death eaters
Bitches are getting us in the net
Here’s our black marks
We leaked through the cells
Here everyone has their own interest
I take off cash, she relieves my stress
I raise the money, the abs grow
I have six zeros in my account
My team is Akacuki
We’re sawing the share like brothers
Large hall applause
I ordered ice on the radio
We’re on the road under Ayahuasca
We travel more than Boniface
My tank is leaking, I’ll put a patch on it
Come on, it’s BM flock
That Tommy Pasta

[Verse 6: Tveth]
(Brra, kyo, yo, e, kyo, yee, how)
Driving through town to work, hay
In head triple six nine
I pouring the tank onto the remains of my money
Then to my boo — she shows, what can (hey, no-no)
I wander behind the mirrors
And the shadows are behind them, but what happened to them?
And all my enemies suddenly found themselves idols
An hour ago he was alive, now like a stone
Hey, TVETH, how can you live with such a name
When every second can’t pronounce? (no-no)
I will do to know
You remember my name and write it in capital
I want, to on my family beamed stones (there is no-there is no)
To close not needed
And keep the essence, but honing the stamina
Getting an AK out of the trunk of a Gelendvagen (no-no)
You misunderstood me
These are the problems from which the head hurts
I just don’t want to be trapped here
From hot spots, barrel, can even a personnel (there is no-there is no)
You misunderstood me
These are the questions that hurt the whole soul
I just wouldn’t want to be poisoned
Your words or other poisons
Ye
[Verse 7: Souloud]
Eat gold ingot, gold ingot
Salt, pepper, with absolutely no feelings
Eat gold ingot, gold ingot
Salt, pepper, with absolutely no feelings
I wear the same clothes every day
Come on, find someone fresh
I don’t give a fuck whether to cool or burn
Yeah, I’m eating your dream to lunch
Only by prescription, the house — both kitchen and pharmacy
I’m richer than anyone, as long as I don’t have a dime
While the heart beats, I will just do and do and do (what I can do)
I make tracks every fucking night
Yes, I am Avatar — fire, water, earth and faith
I’m the last guy to laugh

[Verse 8: Markul]
Somewhere said I made a simpler tone:
"His tracks are for rotation, his lyrics are about nothing"
"It is so easy to fuck with, one can see that the major"
"Without other people’s recommendations, he would not have passed here"
"And us don’t give a fuck on such, as this"
"For him — great uncle and the car bans"
"This is a project that will burn over the summer"
"I’m not going to his concert on the meter"
That’s why I was offered three contracts
But I threw them all away because I need a team
This all happened six months before the BM
And I’m with them because I didn’t want to move with anyone
(What you know?)
I’ll sing falsetto if I want
Sookie, track by track — all the lyrics about it
Even with these in me more rap
Just remember where I was last summer
(Mark)

[Verse 9: Oxxxymiron]
Killing the guard
To enter the territory of the Bohemian grove
Or to see the ceremony of the Illuminati
Opening Buckingham Palace to the touch (Hey, Hey)
Or, buying a grenade, with her in the club to fall
Bilderberg at night — don’t give a fuck
All this is obviously easier than
Your get on BM sons
Because we are a closed circle, like the club of Rome and the city grove
Suck my dick!
I was GQ when Soul and May went to work
The days are running, now their faces are in the crew — the Capital of the South
Saint Petersburg, Ufa, plus the groove from the depths of the Siberian ores
The weirdest rap player, because (a)
KRec and GROTTO were popular, but (Oh)
I got out the outsider, the worm, the germ
Internet hero, secret trails guide
I’m a veteran and you’re a thief
You bought yourself medals, but pop isn’t hip-hop
Today every fucking homophobe
But, you know, someone who was putting berries in his mouth
Hey!
Emigre like bellik (Oh)
On the table — “the Prince” Machiavelli (OU)
We have different goals:
Your rap is rams on a hair dryer
High decadence with R. Kelly
I’m in Marrakech looking for revelations
Booking like hotels, Machine like Gun Kelly (why?)
Inspiration, psychedelic
I am an example of continuity of generations
(Oh)

[Outro: Oxxxymiron]
Keep your eyes open downstairs, keep your eyes above
You stretch out your hand to the bitches — they’ll bite your elbow
And not to be a snack, like a lion antelope
Find the right crew — a’s lonely at the top
Keep your eyes open downstairs, keep your eyes above
You stretch out your hand to the bitches — they’ll bite your elbow
And not to be a snack, like a lion antelope
Find the right crew — a’s lonely at the top