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Oxxxy we waitin quietly, like birds in the trees keeping their beaks shut, или кажется так?
I’m hearing the pin drops, like when does the tape drop?

Но слушай брат
Im cop, Ive no need for moral standards
But did the industry eat the best
like some nearsighted cannibals?

Granted, you had some singles last year
Throw em some bones
They don’t need much
You’re building the throne
But agree, to hear the collective unconscious you don’t need ears

So maybe this a warning more than a plea -
If Горгод was to prime the people, let the fucking spark be Mixxxtape 3

I can’t even listen to this garbage out now
when the formula’s simple facsimile
Bars illegitimate, sounding like notes from the underground ay

Fuck that lazy shit,
They even got that mumble music in Reykjavik
Oxxxy take your pic
Appease the lowest common denominator
Or Shape lives with it

(Hook)
And this ain't for hype
This is for me
This ain't for snakes
This for those who can see

And I'd like to believe
That people still fuck with dreams


I’ve been in a block myself
but even dead poets can’t provide the help
I wish I felt like I did back then when I heard your shit
tried to convince my friends

That this is what moves
That this is what resonates
this is what happens when you strip the contaminants
this is what happens when what’s left is true

for once let’s look around
An empire in theory is cool
But why the court jesters?
Or is the creed of pop-relevance questioned
Is the answer Markul?

Nah bruv, we’re done with the show
You say this a lot,
So nothing’s lost in translation
- let’s fuckin go

You made me love the craft
Find myself amongst a thousand faces
Pas-de-Calais to the crown of LA
you fought to give us good taste when

what was prescribed was laced with
A ladle or two of some fake shit
And we’ll wait here, no pressure
Just make the tape great kid

(Hook)

А кто я вообще то не важно
Застывший наследный принц Датский
Меня ты узнаешь однажды
А пока пусть останется так всё

И ты не второй эдгар по
Но I know что пора выходить из катакомб
Я тебя мотивирую, где твои яйца,Мирон?
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