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4К - Милиция

Feat. Scally Milano
Prod. by clako
mix & master by DooMee



[Интро: Scally Milano & OG Buda]
Е (Yo, Clako, let's turn it up)
У, FREERIO (Это уже классика)
А-ай, дай (А), дай (Чё, кого?), а-ай (Hold on, а-а-а)
«Даёт 2» (А, эй), «Даёт 2» (А, эй)

[Припев: Scally Milano]
То, как она шлёпает
Давайте ей похлопаем
То, как она шлёпает
Давайте ей похлопаем

[Куплет 1: Scally Milano]
Выебать ту или эту? Мой хуй должен выбирать
Моя девушка, наверно, мне изменяет, ведь я не хотел лизать
Твоя тёлка мне даёт, но прошёл год, теперь я ей не дам
Ты ходишь в одном худи два года, ты меня заебал
Я её выебал, на её вагине улыбка
Я очень люблю бульбик, могу выебать его в дырку
Мой бро не ебал тёлку полгода, я подарил ему куклу
Я кончил моментально, она говорит про меня подругам
Я и Buda в топ три, мы даже не вторые и не третьи
Я люблю ебать биты, наверно, это, бля, мой фетиш
Выебал твою телку, терь у меня воняет от члена
И ты говорил хуйню против меня, ты, бля, ответишь

[Припев: Scally Milano & OG Buda]
То, как она шлёпает
Давайте ей похлопаем (Аплодисменты ей, ха-ха)
То, как она шлёпает (Заслужила, блядь)
Давайте ей похлопаем (Ву)

[Куплет 2: OG Buda]
Позавчера был, э-э... Только бизнес-класс щас (Е)
Не мог позволить себе полку, я суперзвезда щас (А-а)
Она была отличницей, тупая пизда щас
Два двести, если хочешь, чтоб я выступал час (Е-е)
Аплодисменты за её тело
Убил оппов в стрипухе — три выстрела, два тела
Оставил дырки в худи, она стала, как Margiela
Куда пропала твоя жопа, зачем ты похудела? (Фу, не)
Если ты brokeboy (У), то подними свой cake up (Лох)
Малая, если ты уёбище, сделай себе makeup (Бля)
Ты говоришь, ты состоишь в gang'е, lil' nigga, throw it up
Я отдал дохуя за эт, бро, не трогай мой double cup (Тщ-щ, не надо)
Куда бы я ни пошёл, они такие: «О-о, это тот парень!» (О-о)
Е, и со мной плохая сука (Бе), и я её парень (Е)
У меня большие стримы, е-е, я PLOHOYPAREN (Ту)
Опп оказался фанатом «Наруто», сделал из него рамен
Какой-то чел выпрыгнул на меня из кустов, теперь он ранен
(Ар-р, ау, пау, ых, е-е)
Оказывается, это был пранкер (Долбоёб)
Все эти фейки пиздят наш стиль, мне нужен копирайтер
Имей совесть, ха, я жду свои проценты, фраер (Мои бабки)

[Припев: Scally Milano & OG Buda]
(Е-е) То, как она шлёпает (У)
Давайте ей похлопаем (Сука)
То, как она шлёпает (А-а!)
Давайте ей похлопаем (Фью)

[Аутро: OG Buda]
Аплодирую стоя тебе, сука, у, damn, е-е

Даёт 2 (feat. Scally Milano)

4К - Без палева

What does Terror Look Like?
 
Can’t be slip slipping
My minds trip, tripping 
From the drip, dripping 
Of the sink that’s leaky 
The floor or the door 
that’s creaky, squeaky 
Sounds tweaky, freaky  
The creeps are sneaky, freaky 
Crawly and creepy 
Can’t sleep though I’m sleepy 
Cause like NORAD in Colorado 
Creeps share the shadows
OH NO! 
Now I’m scared of my shadow! 
 
WHAT DOES TERROR LOOK LIKE?
 
What does terror look like? (eco) 
 
If you don’t trust anyone at all
 
We don’t ride we stall
We divide and we fall  
And we hide and we crawl 
 
To the puppet kings 
Pulling our strings 
Puppeteers
Preying on your fears 
 
What does terror look like?
Does it bump in the night?
And leave you shook
like a Stephen King book?
Is it dead? Can I look?
Is it covered in gook?   
It comes all sizes shapes 
Like spiders and snakes
High stakes goodness sakes
Lot’s of trouble out there
Lions, tigers and bears
Oh My! Rock a bye 
From the tree top 
Till the wind make you drop 
Everybody stop!
Hey what’s that sound?
Ashes to ashes
we all fall down
And a story was told 
Bout a killa on the road
Boogie man on site
Day and night sleep tight 
Don’t let the bed bugs bite
Never pick up someone 
That you see hitch hike
  Stand like the kid
with his thumb in a dike
Screaming
 
(hook) 
 
What does terror look like?
Chains and spikes black trench coats
An ISIS leader 
with a beard like a goat 
Nanny goat, nanny goat
Y’all can’t catch me 
Out on a killing spree
Terror looks like a guy 
with blonde hair blue eyes 
and dimples
As soon as you blink 
slips a pill in your drink 
clink 
Terror looks like a 
Scrawny red head kid 
With pimples
Tired of being poor bored 
And or ignored  
You seen him before
Next to you in the class
The bullies harass
Cause he can’t kick their ass
He lets time pass 
While they have their fun
Now everyone run!
He’s back with a gun!
He never fit in 
wasn’t born to win 
Cause he’s not like Mike
 
(Hook)
 
There’s a storm brewing don’t set sail 
Ghosts on the rail Post in the mail
Beware before you tear a package wrapped in saran wrap wrapping
It might blow you never know
What might happen
it may have anthrax
Did you hear about the 
derailed Amtrak?
The terrorist attacks
Nowhere to turn for help
Each one for yourself
Can’t trust anyone Go out buy a gun
Careful how you choose it
Learn how to use it
Another shopper Kid or copper
Might lose it
Off their pills Head for the hills
Run from the gun Hide from the sun 
It’s quiet killer This is thriller
 Do Ra Me Without anybody 
Fa Too far to run Or to ride a bike
You better hitch hike 
But wait….
WHAT DOES TERROR LOOK LIKE?
 
(hook)
 
What does terror look like?
Like the rise of a Reich
A president on a mic 
Getting a crowd psyched 
Like a dog named Spike
To go out and strike
A country that is like 
A little tike 
on a big wheel trike 
Who has seen 
what terror looks like!
Terror attacks
Due to aristocrats  
Roll call divided we fall 
Live by the sword 
die by the knife 
I’m not gonna let fear 
run my life
Everything is scary 
if you believe the hype 
Till you’re stranded like a kid 
With his thumb in a dike 
screaming
 
WHAT DOES TERROR LOOK LIKE?


What Does Terror Look Like

Twilight Hitchhike (featuring CB)

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FACE - СПАСАТЕЛЬНЫЙ КРУГ

SOLDier 

Like a lion in a cage 
Anxious with a rage 
From being cooped up
And called underage
I couldn’t afford 
College room board  
On minimum wage
Didn’t have the freedom 
young Americans crave
I was a loaded gum  
Dumb and can be brave 
Had a stockpile 
of the shuckams I gave 
So I ran to the service 
like a runaway slave
Call it the service 
not because it serves us 
We serve time and master
I couldn’t run faster
Seeking greener pasture 
I ran into a disaster 

Day by day 
I’m more alone 
It’s true what they say 
You can never go home
Never go home  
So alone 

War is hell, hell is war!
Every day’s a scorcher 
A sentence for the poor 
This life is torture 

I came to this fight 
in black and white 
In a trance like arrogance 
Thinking might makes right 
The dead the bloodshed 
changed my sight 
Shades of red dull to bright 
To fight dark, we need light 
I’ve been in strife 
Since when I took a pen 
and signed away my life 
I fell for Uncle Sam’s scam 
Now I’m his damned hitman 
They said I was worthless 
Treated me like a creep 
Didn’t know I was priceless
I sold myself cheep 
I miss a deep peaceful sleep 
As much as a loving touch 

Gave it all away
For a war zone
It’s true what they say 
You can never go home
Never go home 
I’m so alone 

War is hell, hell is war!
Every day’s a scorcher 
A sentence for the poor 
This life is torture 

I’m going insane 
I came to claim 
a legacy to my name 
To fan the flame 
of local fame 
Instead, what I gain 
I can’t explain 
I obtain and maintain 
shame and blame 
I’m tired anguish 
Tired of pain 
Gimme cocaine Novocain 
It’s not a game 
Why am I here?
I can’t think clear 
I’m tired of anger 
tired of fear 
Tired of death lurking near 
I’m tired in spirit, 
body, and mind 
want to leave the war behind
and find the deep peaceful sleep 
I gave up cheep 
I miss it as much 
as a loving touch 

Gave it all away 
For a war zone 
Its true what they say 
You can never go home

Day by day 
I’m more alone 
It’s true what they say 
You can never go home
Never go home 
All alone 
So alone 

War is hell, hell is war!
Every day’s a scorcher 
A sentence for the poor 
This life is torture

$0LDier (anti war song)

Demon Weekend 

A long week ended 
Time for the extended 
Three day hit the freeway 
Freaking payday weekend 
People seeking to unravel
Travel to have fun in the sun
Three days freedom 
Has begun for some 
but not for everyone
I was wound, bound hanging round 
Feeling down cause I found
The only calls on my phone 
Were creditors or predators 
Who won’t leave me alone 
Still alone I felt 
Trapped by my home 
Mad at the hand I was dealt
I decided to roam 
Strapped on my seatbelt 
To take a trip of my own 
followed a groan like a calling 
Next thing I knew I was falling
When I came to I was crawling 
At hells gate in poor shape 
Trying to contemplate my escape
Hold up wait stop the tape 

Like Alice 
on her way to the palace 
I met the Cheshire cat  
A mad cat in a hat 
Seized by fiends  
To be seen by the Red Queen 
 
Gonna have me some fun
sipping on coke and rum 
like so what I’m drunk 
til this freakin demon weekend 
Got me on the run 

wanted to have some fun 
Now I’m on the run 
This freakin' demon weekend
kept me from the sun 
  
Bounce, bounce, etc.. 




Feeling down I tried to drown 
My sorrows 
Drinking not thinking bout 
tomorrow 
came taking names 
Mercy me the unlikely VIP
I got caught and brought 
To the hot spot 
Not the place to be 
reconsider my thoughts
I forgot why I got distraught 
Relative to perspective
I got more selective   
In a daze led thru a maze
of dingy cold halls 
To being closed in
By thick, cold walls
No windows fresh air   
People get changed there 
Into legions demons
Too unaware to care 
It’s depressing 
folks confessing 
They don’t give a fuck 
I understand man and 
sorry bout your luck 
If you fall Hard cold 
like these walls 
As grey and gritty 
You deserve pity  
But if you break the norm 
Refuse to transform
Stay peaceful and warm 
After this situation  
You deserve admiration 
And a celebration 

I got knocked down by that jab 
Now I’m in the back of a cab
Heading back to the lab
Yeah I’m back and I’m bad

(Chorus)

After my drunken state 
I was fucking scared strait 
Stuck in an 8x8
With a funky cell mate  
that could irritate and grate 
the nerves of a saint 
babbling droning racist hate 
from early morning 
till it got late
pissing and moaning 
I couldn’t wait 
To escape this fate  
the shit he talked was profuse
He was in for elder abuse
He was a douche 
In a true sense
There could be no truce
With this intense nuisance 
Hence I had to commence 
To bust loose 
or put my sheet to use 
As a noose
Between periods
He spoke a prison sentence 
Begging for a death sentence 
I’d pretend I was napping 
His gums kept flapping 
The creep would keep 
Speaking while I was asleep
 He’d abruptly interrupt 
 Me while reading 
 I knew where each 
Statement was leading 
Cause he kept on repeating 
Like he was needing 
a beating a meeting 
Between my foot and his ass 
I’d take him to school 
But the fool had no class

(hook)

Demon Weekend

FACE - ЛАБИРИНТ

I'm an emcee, singer, songwriter 
A lover and a fighter
with a mic in my hand i can jam an all nighter

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