Скриптонит — 5 здесь, 5 там

Словетский (Константа) при уч. Daffy - С Ней

Кравц - Море

Гуф & Слим - Независимость

Dark Country Boom Bap 

(Dark Country Boom Bap: Declaration of Independence)[Beat creeps in like midnight fog off the Schuylkill—deep 808 thumps echo chamber walls, snare snaps sharp as a guillotine drop. Faded banjo twangs low and sinister, layered with outlaw slide guitar that wails like a widows lament. Gravel-voiced MC spits slow-fire bars, reverb thick as gunpowder smoke, building to a rebel roar.][Intro]
(Whispered over quill-scratch samples and distant clock chimes)
July Fourth, seventeen seventy-six...
Independence Hall, sweat-soaked and sealed.
Quill bleeds ink like a traitors vein—
We sign away kings, embrace the graves appeal.  [Chorus]
Declaration drop, we torch the thrones decree,
Life, liberty, or death—aint no in-between.
Hancocks scrawl big as a bounty poster,
We ink our freedom in the reapers poster.
From the crowns chains to the hangmans tree,
We declare the war on tyranny.
Dark as the dungeon, bold as the blade—
Independence? Its a blood debt paid.
(Boom bap swells—gang hooks chant: Blood debt paid! Blood debt paid!)  [Verse 1: Grievances in the Gloom]
Quartered in our homes like ghosts in the night,
Redcoats racketeerin, squeezin us tight.
Stamp Act shakedown, tax on every breath,
Tea dumped in the harbor—drown the kings death.
Intolerable acts, petitions burned to ash,
We rise from the rye fields, light the rebel flash.
Jeffersons fever dream, words forged in fire,
Listin the sins of that Hanover liar.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our shores,
Sent swarms of officers to our back doors.
No more petitions to a deaf tyrants ear—
We cut the cord, let the empire fear.
Outlaw scribes, syndicate of the scorned,
Parchment pistol, cocked and adorned.  [Chorus]
Declaration drop, we torch the thrones decree,
Life, liberty, or death—aint no in-between.
Hancocks scrawl big as a bounty poster,
We ink our freedom in the reapers poster.
From the crowns chains to the hangmans tree,
We declare the war on tyranny.
Dark as the dungeon, bold as the blade—
Independence? Its a blood debt paid.
(Guitar howls like a musket volley—snare rattles like rolling thunderheads.)  [Verse 2: The Signing Syndicate]
Sweltering chamber, candles flickerin low,
Fifty-six signatures, each a death row vow.
Adams arguin fierce, the firebrands bite,
Franklin smirkin sly, stealin the night.
Dickinson balks, but the dies been cast,
We etch our fate in the humid blast.
All men created equal—bold rebel lie,
But we spit it fierce under libertys sky.
Treasons the charge, the noose waits in the wings,
Families fracture on divided strings.
Yet we dip the quill, no tremor in hand,
Ghosts of the founders hauntin the land.
From Phillys bells to the frontiers edge,
We pledge our lives to the razors ledge.  [Bridge: Treasons Twilight]
Parchment unfurls like a funeral shroud,
Read from the steps, drawin the crowd.
King Georges spies in the shadows creep,
But the words ignite, runnin bone-deep.
We hold these truths in the devils bargain,
Pursuit of happines

Declaration of Independence

Смоки МО - Было И Было

Рем Дигга - Желтые Районы [Новый Рэп]

Тюльпан

Почему дрожит осина

Альбом "Черника" рэпера Рем Дигга 2012 года.

Рем Дигга - Весна

Рем Дигга - Тайна (feat. Guf)

Баста и Гуф - Моя игра (нажми ТУТ и увидиш слова песни)

Рем Дигга - Тайна (feat. Guf)

Rap Box