[Intro:]
Chernobyl

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
Posterman born in '86
My folks were urgently advised that they be patient
News said the radiation would've made me sick
Here I am, sicker than ever
Better and nobody better
I'm a legend trapped in the wrong era
There're plenty who've gone farther with lesser
Probably what makes them think they can try the YODfather likе (?)
Take a whiff from the rose of my suit [Ukrainian / Italian ???]
(???) in pursuit
What do you know, sweet sounds of thе (?)
Make them respect you, they ain't gotta like you
Don't let these losers psyche you outta your cypher
People don't usually give it up until you lying in a box on Rikers
(?) that's mami, remember I told you
They don't wanna see your little street corner hobby turn global
They don't want you to escape poverty, KGB, and Chernobyl
Up in your high rise orderin' noble
Met a man who had it all, said "I need more than that"
Settle for no lesser, gettin love out in Odessa
Foreign cap
Got whips like a set it
Fuck Orrin Hatch
Fuck a so-called producer and his boring batch
With some heat in that pack?
Would've been made it, been straight
More well-off than Bob Geldoff (who?)
Used to rack my brain like I was the one performing poorly
Them herbs just weren't meant to score my story
( Fuck you talkin bout, son )

[Verse 2: billy woods]
Just that quick, the wall was a pile of bricks
Devil’s greatest trick gets lost in the mix
Hash balled up like toddler fist
Tar ooze out the clip, cigars, I'm rich
Sail The Gulag Archipelago on a skiff
Peer into bottomless pit, I don't do kitsch
Yeltsin vomited in sink, dab blood from his lips in the spot, puffy with drink
Throw new money at new money till Shyne do his thing
VI with the worst guy, waiting in the wings
I'm on CCCP time, they had to stop and think
Private equity’ll run a train on your Central Bank
Viagra crunching like Skittles
I went from deadstock to the top of Discogs, like Stinger missiles
Now, you want em back but It's only one issue: I gave em to some guy
The collected works of Karl Marx, feed the ducks in Gorky Park, birdwatch
Don't confuse robin and a lark
The air crisp, the sun sharp
Tell my old bird “hop in the car”
In the winter, the Moskvitch takes a few tries to start