Текст песни OXXXYMIRON - В тихом омуте

Oxxxymiron, and I do not give in hookah
Yes, I am a lost louse time I crawl on your eyebrows
You are in us, son, do not look for the West
We are where gopota and Ramadan,
Forever blue soup - Avatar.
Wisdom - it's part of the Minerva,
And though we do not climb into the TV, but often on the ground.
Misfortune and nerves. Balsam ruled by Satan,
Roll up, roll up their sleeves, or after - cufflinks.
Forget warm shelter
Because it will beat, because everything is indifferent to rags.
Yes, I have these parts, and you came to the boutiques of clothes.
I am for the black rap, but without external attributes
This wagon is monotonous, fish on his shoulder,
I do not Che, like Diego Maradona.
You're sharp social, but not with the poor as the Ostrovsky
I compass on the sleeve, though I'm not with Kamennoostrovsky.
My mentality - London against all
Your father will pick you thug fashion department.
At school, I remember, with the Pakistanis behind the barn bong.
Go out for a walk at night, E16 - Barnes