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інст-sabbadakh та тг-torbaksm
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Planbir - 11. Хінкаль (Chinkal)

Planbir - 12. Рокстар (Rockstar)

Planbir - 14. Коля устал (фт. Friderich Hartmann) (Kolya ustal)

Planbir - 15. ЙОУ! скетч (YO! sketch)

Planbir - 16. Сверчкі (Sverchky)

Planbir - 20. Тонка межа (Tonka mezha)

This track is the first in my mixtape series, and it's all about beats sampled by hand. Working with underground artists got me inspired to actually try picking music and chopping it up for samples myself. It really takes a lot of attention and a good ear to make those cuts and get each piece to line up. I gained a whole new respect for the process, so this is my attempt at an homage to the greats, set against verses that reflect on life and my experiences. Please enjoy.

LYRICS:

*How long you live your life before you ever really live?

How you think George Bailey feel bout it in the end?

How you gon sell yourself short out on a win.

Took a quick 5 steada waiting on the 10.

Got em spinning out like Buddy think he really it ?

From way up hear, it's really kinda hard to hear that shit.

Somehow the losers all still lose in the end .

It's never too late man to "turn this thang around again.

*Somebody out there dying, somebody out there trying. 

Somebody being born and somebody simply surviving.

I Wanted all the good things in a bad way.

Nothing nice, in a cruel city, fair play.

Ocean full of doubt all you gotta do is swim.

Man we know the script, we searching for our Moseses. 

For Higher people's man, higher things were meant. 

Be we over this, scrolling through a Genesis.

*You remember how the silly little jingle goes.

Everything that glitters isn't ever really gold

 Been holding on for so long, time for letting go. 

I think I'll write this down, maybe this one's a toast?

Whole a room a liars say the know me  do they really though?

I kinda hard when a star takes away they glow. 

That's how it's been and always gonna go, 

Born slippy man I always been a ghost.

 *I feel paid & saved. Much Like a Paper saint. 

So much blessing on my game I feel Holy mane.

If you the lucky one alive you would understand.

I'm heading to those Pearly Gates and bringing back the Band.

I'm waking up to the thought God a superfan.

Cause why I get this life? Cause why I get these jams?

I understand, but I don't ever understand. 

Now while we bow our heads, come along and hold my hand.

HOLD MY HAND

LYRICS:

*Easy come,easy go, you can't have it all. 
Kids sliding over scripts and that madderall.
California sober boy I'm off the alcohol.
Gotta tilt to my shit, and Im off the wall.
Dreams, man tell me what you're made of. 
Tell me what are you afraid of? 
Tell me what are you slave of ?
Fuck a phone you can reach me on my pager.
Wont fall man, I'm just too fly. 
play ya cards right man you just might shine. 
Young Samson in them icy brights. 
Love it when my girl wears a pair of coke whites.
First step to be the man - you take on your own.
First one through the door- cuz he'd die alone.
Looking down at this city that you call your own
That's a vibe when it really starts hitting home.

*Dreams, living like we hustlers and theives.
Only Separated by our ambition and greed.
 Everybody got em man even you and me.
 Whats another name for desire when you got a need?
 They seeing stars in a Louie bag. 
Dirty money baptized at the cash wrap.
Living in a world full of the " wish me hads!"
Gotta be on something new "go and get you that!" 
Gimme cash! where the loot be at?
Double up till I'm on Mars where da roof be at?
I'm just hitting four bars till they pay me back.
Smelling like a whole brick but that's typical -ish, u bish.
We busy trying to keep the lights on. 
Wedged in the middle with em  living with they lights off.
Somebody Died,Born,saved nearly every day.
And you can bet on that somebody always getting paid.


DREAMS

LYRICS:


*Funny how these knots in family ties. 
Funny that I wasn't chosen right?
All the hoping in the world. Look at you sad now that I'm still alive. 
All the knives in my back. Made a brotha sit back finally realize.
Only thing that holds you back are the people in your life always holding lines. 
This for the ones we loved who died.
I was Cain they was able right? 
Nothing ever gonna replace all the pain rage  that I feel inside. 
Therapist said he know I lied. 
Cops said we going for a ride. 
One step closer to the edge.
How many more till I take the dive.


* this is Glass joe versus iron mike.
So much training I done did for it.
 Lil black sambo growed up. 
Glad that your still here for it. 
Past lives with us constantly.
Clock ticking down on top of me.
Darkness on the edge of the things. Crawling on the edge of a razor blade.
Last one left,  I'ma ride till the end of the game. 
I'll keep the lights on for my brothers .Man, got a Space saved and a table placed.
Love the way this poetry flowing everywhere like it's champagne. 
Show up fresh than a motherfucker, buy the whole thing, on game.

The blind know it's not what you see. 
The dying know it's not all your things. 
Heart more than about a beat. 
Beauty & the beast in the you & me. 
Good things always hurt to lose, 
Love & regret making me confused.
Hate to say the words but I know it's true.
Everything in me bad cause of you.



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