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Slim

But in our area as usual ,
Hundred kilometers of the city
-black Leather interior .
Basin as a black cat ,
Inside all tezhe faces.
Go out and rayonchik , slowly,
Prior to his entrance and the familiar floor.

Again to write about something
As black and white .
Plus do tight,
Whatever makes clear in columns .
At first I rolled in the hut

This stuff for areas on this map .
And then it should be .
If these three, often on repeat ,
In your monitor -it is worth something .

Moscow does not trust tears , and rightly so.
Doing more in roads,
Baryg , wheels and Paravozov , scumbag
High hopes and overdose .

Do you want to change something ,
But during late.
It changes you, if you do not understand ,
In this magazine there are no blank cartridges .

While rock areas within the garden ,
And beyond has long been familiar swing,
That is removed will love .
Remember , Moscow is moving in a circle
Killing routine.

Let's not think zarulivaet
There is something to see the ordinary viewer.
And surprise , if you are ready to penetrate .

Big things equals big money.
Someone shoots foam.
Streets as veins , and we -This blood
That runs on them .

These floors. This -Our life.

Smoky Mo

All what you believe in ,
You'll get a complete.
What are you playing seriously
In okontsove play with you.
My people with me
And we have a squad .

RAP surgery,
As a special beautiful ceremony
Scalpel can kill,
And can make a profit .

Ownerless by them
Do not make a choice.
Money that respect a guy like a boss
And perform all fast
Without any questions asked.

Saint P hides the secrets of night and day .
Meat cuts and cauterizes the fire.
Cold Flow.
See how quickly I got into your house .
Get my dose right now and more later.

Street peddling snow that does not melt .
Someone breaks and gets what
That swings in a big car .
Large JDC under hood.

I'm going home , to the center,
In the morning sleepy.
This is my stone block , this is my micro ,
This is my eye-popping stuff , hungry dog .
One love, like a finger , which lay on the trigger
And something fell like a heavy bag .

Guf

These footy ..... weekdays and studied these eerily routes .
four , nine , five. Eight , one or two.

Sometimes , I dream in the evening ,
His eyes closed.
I can imagine how I fly over the houses ,
Over the streets and yards .
Tramway ,
Trolleybus wires
Over you.
People fly airplanes ,
Drive trains.
In wheelbarrows squeeze pedal
Cut in the far .
And for me, any distance
Between cities is not a barrier .

Well, that's teleporter .
nice to watch
Aerial View ,
Both from point A to point B,
Had left something.
Just a bundle
Under the seat in conductors
Red arrows.
From St. Petersburg to Moscow .
From the northern capital
To the square of three stations .
Here, meet boys .
They will always be small.

And I think it's someone stop ?
Oh nafig !
Who will help to block
Such a serious traffic?
After all, how many years have
And everybody is happy :
And Muscovites and Pitertsy ,
The Kremlin and the Smolny .
We explode chic JDC
On the Moscow River ,
Guys make bold Napas
Somewhere on the Neva.

Idols of clay crumble from the iron hand .
Tamara K. aware
What sings her grandson .
Here Slim, Smokey Mo and I'm Guf.
We do sound: Moscow to St. Petersburg .

these thoughts ... in the draft , Peter on the Neva River , Moscow on the Moscow River .
Surrounded by ... 7 skyscrapers , 9 stations, was launched ....
With me ... my cats , I'm not a loner, if something shakes You think more clearly .