[Translation of «Ryzen»]
[Intro]
Ah, ah, mh-h
[Verse]
Cool
Zacha-Zacha-Zachariah
Look, I don't fear heights at all, I'm
Maslo chyornogo tmina, and you – apulia
My only name
Is what will never leave now
Is what long ago is inside you
Don't talk about love
I despise you, asshole
My music fucks you
You can't see anything from the smoke
Half of that, what was half of what, that once was
I sprinkled and smoked that right now
What happened?
Fuck your famous, fuck Bob Dylan
Simon, I listen to Ten Crack Commandments with Notorious
So fucking serious –
Learned all from brothers, with no vibro, no hustle
I'm black, charred
Don't burn, don't break fuss up
Ryzen
How goes it, how are you?
We're still the same safe and sound
Still thankful
Still moving this city's roof
Still the chimed buzz is divided equally
Still the samе laid-back
Still the infantry will come
Still don't give a fuck what color you arе, scum
I'm maximum black, cool
Zacha-Zacha-Zachariah
Empty flat
A hole in the chest
My angels of vengeance
Per every skin-ripping lash
Spine – parchment
In everything innocent children
Before the night falls (Sunset)
While I'm writing these lines (Dawn)
I'm maximum black (Salam alaikum)
Maximum black
No tints
I'll become your worst nightmare
Don't just sit there like an idiot, I need air
Get your legs in, get your legs in
What fucking stars?
I'll right now and here desolate your flow
I don't feel pain, hip-hop's loitering 'round
If you don't know, now you know
If you don't know, now you know
If you don't know, now you know
Hot money doesn't attract us
Being in poverty is so-so, or no?
That's how it is in life
Stopped «just to buy a pack of cigarettes and to say hi»
Ryzen
Departed verses, depraved fists
Your school interests – uninteresting
Your school interests – farce
Virtuous acts, good morning
You need circular and other junk
Poverty of high pilotage, in my hands like a bat
I speak rudely, those like me guitar
We only have steel paths here
What is it you're looking for?
Didn't get enough love, and so they're looking for by the apparatus
There's no such thing as "too much"
There's no kilo without a husk
(As far) As far away as possible from that pandemonium
We're in the center of some bickering
Sultry, lifted feathers and dried-up scrolls
Sultry, magazine – sultry
You'll pull up, we have everything set:
The sky, human, earth
Here it is, sultry
Ryzen
Marihuana – sultry
12 roped yurt – sultry
The great silicon valley – sultry
Gunpowder in the cannon – sultry
96th: summer, street, porch, roof, sultry
Everything that he's clothed in – all undressed, sultry
All of this is classic
Ryzen
And we hear the smell of that time
Underwater, on the prairie
You can't find us on maps
Ryzen
Here it is (ryzen, ryzen)