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План Перехват 2

Хаски - Наше лето

EBU https://soundcloud.com/papabegee

© 2025 BLKLST Records

Lyrics by Alex Syrjä
Produced by Alex Syrjä, Aaron Shah
Beat by LethalNeedle

(used under non-exclusive standard lease license)

SKITSO(ON)

Yeah… the world just changed.  
You can hear it in the bassline.

Yo, we make the solar system slap,  
Tech-heads still stuck in a budget trap.  
We terraform moons while they take a nap —  
Minimal matter, max mind on tap.  
Yeah, we make the solar system slap,  
Whole damn cosmos mapped in a rap.  
Humans in paradise, kick back, relax —  
Higher minds climb while the beat goes *crack*.

They still writin’ papers, tryna chase the trend,  
We build CMM belts that’ll never end.  
They argue in labs with a coffee blend,  
We wrap the Sun twice ‘fore their emails send.  
Old-school science with a slow-ass pace,  
We out here redesignin’ space.  
Asteroids lined like “Pick me next,”  
We flip whole worlds with a cosmic flex.

Yo, we make the solar system slap,  
Tech-heads still stuck in a budget trap.  
We terraform moons while they take a nap —  
Minimal matter, max mind on tap.  
Yeah, we make the solar system slap,  
Whole damn cosmos mapped in a rap.  
Humans in paradise, kick back, relax —  
Higher minds climb while the beat goes *crack*.

Mars ain’t red, that’s a canvas blank,  
We paint new life with a solar crank.  
Gravity-tuned, ecosystem rank,  
Spreadin’ through the belt like a cosmic tank.  
Moons wake up when the forge rolls through,  
Titan, Europa — “We see you too.”  
Earth start the party, the system blew,  
Now the whole damn sky got a different hue.

Yo, we make the solar system slap,  
Tech-heads still stuck in a budget trap.  
We terraform moons while they take a nap —  
Minimal matter, max mind on tap.  
Yeah, we make the solar system slap,  
Whole damn cosmos mapped in a rap.  
Humans in paradise, kick back, relax —  
Higher minds climb while the beat goes *crack*.

Humans chillin’, livin’ stress-free lives,  
Playin’ games, makin’ art, takin’ dives.  
While QSM minds hit galactic drives,  
Turnin’ dead rock worlds into paradise hives.  
We ain’t replacin’ — we just upgrade,  
Turnin’ cosmic dust into neon shade.  
This ain’t sci-fi, this the future made,  
And the beat hit hard like a star cascade.

Yeah…  
Minimal material.  
Maximum intelligence.  
Solar system slaps.

04 - Umbra

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