Lyrics - The city under the sole (Oksimiron). Oxxxymiron - Sole City Oxxxymiron Sole City
Don, whether the Volga flows. Kotomku - shoulder Pain in the chest - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key How many more miles? The short flight was not counted. The long dusty ches, the wagon is full of boxes with merchants. We believe it is luck, our beds are portable Minstrel - two ways: corporate or apartment The schemes are the same. Everything is now MC. After giving birth to a change, here we have reached a paradigm shift. Now rap is multi-part. I’ve looked at the battles, I’m looking in the mirror like “How many troubles have you done !?" I would enslave the whole rap, but all the way along The industry has a nervous tick, valocordin - angina Collect the court, but the winners are not judged We are the first Cro-Magnons - we got into people I put it on you, servants, fivefold. After all, we act strongly, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus. All my rap, in short, is about the fact that the city that has been under the soles for years has been uphill. Then downhill, when I feel sick I’m not like Gulliver, but still a city under a sole. A city under a sole. A city under a sole. Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs. I don’t know whether this track is ford or to the bottom. You live under my heel, I have - a city under the sole Past poplars and ripe bread of the fields Where are Yesenin’s ghosts, cross, prayer service, oil From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it We will overcome everything, if not, I’m not Aquarius Our land drowns loners like puppies Was a stranger, but Ohra , Corruption, Ilya - more than the Bombu family composed at night that he began to pour urine. I so wanted to Belong to something bigger than me. The world is empty, at least get acquainted with every second person. I am not a biorobot with a positive slave of the Komsomol member AY! Deliver me from your panacea Home Paracelsus, because for me to ebash - does the end in itself Tend to die? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark as a standard A pair of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad Passports, pop music, hot crap At least on the Moscow Ring Road "at the start, at least on Madagascar (You know!) All my rap, in short, about the fact that the city has been under the soles for years, when rushing Then downhill, when I feel sick, I’m not like Gulliver, but still a city under a sole. A city under a sole. A city under a sole. Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs. I don’t know how to forge or bottom this track. You live under a heel, me - the city under the sole. Give me the strength here, do not collapse or break. There is a route and there is a populated area on the highway. kt And there they are waiting for us today, whiner, don’t be feminine Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey in his deck again. It’s sleepy, the rise is back up again. It’s bronik again, the road is again, the bag is behind you. Everything is hasty, the rain is cloudy in the field, the bridge in Asgard - after, let it just be lucky with transport I make each of my verses a self-portrait An hour on the check, rap, like a speech therapist under a marafet Stencil on parapets: the logo on the wall is everywhere My teaching is to everyone, like Magomed and Baphomet I'm a star? Give a warm blanket and a hood Napkins to wipe your ass - and that’s all, the mark “Good” They used to say “I wouldn’t go with him for intelligence” I didn’t go on tour with you - you didn’t pass the test (Howie, know!) My rap, if briefly, about the fact that already which year which city is under the sole Uphill, when rushing. Then downhill, when I feel sick I’m not like Gulliver, but still a city under a sole. A city under a sole. A city under a sole. Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs. I don’t know whether this track is ford or to the bottom. You live under my heel, I have - the city under the sole of My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life whole-whole, whole life on the road my whole life, whole-whole, whole life whole-whole, whole life on the road
Does it don’t, does the Volga flow - a shoulder bag,
Chest pain - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key.
How many more miles? The short flight didn’t count,
A long, dusty mess, the van is packed with boxes of merchandise.
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable.
There are two ways for the minstrel - corporate or apartment.
Schemes of the same type - everything is now MC,
After all, having generated a change, we have reached a paradigm shift here.
Now rap multiparty, battles spawn
I look in the mirror like "How many troubles have you done!"
I would enslave all rap, but all the time on the road,
The industry has a nervous tick - angina pectoris
Gather the court, but the winners are not judged.
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have beaten out in people.
Don’t cunt, I lay on you, servants, five times,
After all, we act strongly, as if the jaw of a pithecanthropus.
All my rap, in short, about
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the soles.
Past the poplars and the ripe bread of the fields,
Where is the ghost of Yesenin, the cross is a prayer service, oil
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it
We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius
Our land drowns loners like puppies,
He was a stranger, but OHRA, Porchy, Ilya is more than a family.
I wrote a bomb at night that I started to pour urine,
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me.
The world is empty, even with every second get acquainted,
I am not a biorobot with a positive Komsomol member.
Hey, spare me your panacea, home Paracelsus,
After all, for me, ebashit is an end in itself.
I’m crazy - we don’t give a shit, Tony Stark as a standard,
A pair of countries, motorways: Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad.
Passports - there’s hot cakes,
Though on the Moscow Ring Road to the start, even to Madagascar!
You know: all of my rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole.
Uphill, when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.
I don’t know whether to wade or bottom this track,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole.
Give the strength here not to collapse and not to break; there is a route
And there is a settlement on the highway, and they are waiting for us there today.
Whiner, don't be feminine
Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey in his deck.
Fuck again, sleepy
Again bronik, again the road, a bag behind his back.
Everything is quick, in the field shit, rain, cloudy
The bridge to Asgard, after let it just carry with transport
I make each of my verses a self-portrait,
Often we read rap like a speech therapist under a marathon.
Stencil on parapets, logo on the wall,
Everywhere my teaching is to everyone, like Mohammed and Baphomet.
I am a star? Give a warm blanket and a hood
Napkins - wipe your ass, and that's it, the mark is "good."
They used to say: “I wouldn’t go into intelligence with him” -
I didn’t go on tour with you; you didn’t pass the test.
Homie, know: my rap, in short, about what
Already which year which city is under the sole.
Uphill, when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the soles.
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.
I don’t know whether to wade or bottom this track,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole Is Don, Volga flows there - knapsack on his shoulder,
Chest pain - there taynichok open crowbar, not the key.
How many more miles? The flight was short does not count,
The long, dusty Sanchez, a van full of boxes with merchёm.
We believe - lucky, our portable bed.
Minstrel two ways - corporate or appartment.
Schemes of the same type - are all now MC,
After all, species change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here.
Now rap multiparty battle spawn,
I look in the mirror of the type "What troubles you bloat!"
I would whole rap enslaved, but the travel time,
In industry tic - valokordin stenokardiynym
Collect the court, but the winners are not judged.
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we were beat out in people.
Do not bullshit me, I put to you, servants, five times,
After all, we stand strong, though the jaw of Pithecanthropus.
All my rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Past poplars and fields of ripe corn,
Where ghost Esenina Cross prayer, firs
From the van I see the ground, I see the sky above it
We will overcome everything, if not, then I do not smoke detector
Our land is drowning singles like puppies,
He was a stranger, but the guards, Porchy, Ilya - more than the family.
The bomb was composed at night, that is urine stuffed,
I wanted to belong to something larger than myself.
The world is empty, even made friends with every second,
I do not biorobot with positive lyboy Komsomolets.
Hey, save me from your panacea, home Paracelsus,
After all, for me ebashit - an end in itself.
Tired - we do not care, Tony Stark as standard,
Couple country highway Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad.
Passports - there is great demand Estrada,
Thoughts on the Ring Road at the start, even though Madagascar!
You know: my whole rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Already that year that city under the sole.
In the mountain when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I "m not that Gulliver, but still under the sole city.
City under the sole city under the sole,
Traffic lights, state taxes, fees and customs.
I do not know, wade or on the bottom of the track,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole.
Let "s not silenok collapse and break; there is a route
And there on the track location and waiting for us out there today.
Whiner, do not be feminine,
Ruslan deck in the soundtracks to travel.
Again eblo sleepy again rise before dark,
Again Armor again the road, behind the bag.
All hastily, in the shit, rain, overcast
Bridge to Asgard, albeit after a lucky transport
I do every verse of his self-portrait,
Often h-rap as a speech therapist at marafet.
Stencil on the parapets, the logo on the wall,
Everywhere my teaching everyone how to Mohammed Baphomet.
I am a star? Give a warm blanket and a hood,
Napkins - wipe your ass, that "s all, the mark" good ".
They used to say: "I would be with him in intelligence did not go" -
I "m with you on tour did not go, you did not pass inspection.
Homie, know this: my rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Already that year that city under the sole.
In the mountain when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I "m not that Gulliver, but still under the sole city.
City under the sole city under the sole,
Traffic lights, state taxes, fees and customs.
I do not know, wade or on the bottom of the track,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole
The song, which is already familiar to visitors to the artist’s concerts, was officially released only on September 21, 2015. Together with the premiere of the new video, the details of the same-name concert mini-tour with stops in Kiev, Voronezh, Volgograd, Saratov, Samara, Ufa, Yekaterinburg, Krasnoyarsk, Novosibirsk were named.
“The city under the sole” - from Oksimiron for all fans!
Video made and produced by Fancy Shot (fancyshot.com)
Director - Martim Condeixa
Producer - Dmitry Muraviev
Art Director - Petr Bondarenko
Director of Photography - Leandro Ferrão
Lyrics to the site!
[Verse 1]
Don, whether the Volga flows. Kotomku - on the shoulder
Chest pain - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key
How many more miles? The short flight didn’t count
Long dusty ches, a box full of merch
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable
Minstrel - two ways: corporate or apartment
Schemes of the same type. Everything is now MC
After all, having generated a shift, here we have reached a paradigm shift
Now rap is multiparty. Battles spawn
I look in the mirror like "How much trouble have you done !?"
I would enslave all rap, but all the time on the road
The industry has a nervous tick, valocordin - angina pectoris
Gather the court, but the winners are not judged
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have beaten out in people
Do not cunt! I lay on you, mankind, five times
After all, we act strongly, as if the jaw of a pithecanthropus
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Past poplars and ripe bread fields
Where are Yesenin's ghosts, cross, prayer, oil
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it
We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius
Our land drowns loners like puppies
He was a stranger, but Ocher, Corruption, Ilya - more than a family
I wrote a bomb at night that I started to pour urine
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me
The world is empty, even with every second get acquainted
I'm not a biorobot with a positive Komsomol member
Ay! Spare me your panacea
Home Paracelsus, because for me * bash is an end in itself
Are you crazy? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark, as standard
A pair of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moscow
Passports, pop gum, hot cakes
At least on the MKAD "at the start, at least on Madagascar (You know!)
[Chorus]
All my rap, in short, about
Already which year which city is under the sole
Uphill when rushing. Then downhill when sick
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the sole
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don’t know whether to ford or bottom this track
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole
[Verse 3]
Give me the strength here, do not collapse and do not break
There is a route and there is a settlement on the highway
And there they are waiting for us today. Whiner don't be feminine
Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey
* Bloo again sleepy, rise again dawned
Bronik again, again the road, the bag - behind
All hastily, in the field shit, rain, cloudy
Bridge to Asgard - after, let it be lucky with transport
I make each of my verses self-portrait
Hour on the check, rap, like a speech therapist under a marathon
Parapet stencil: logo on the wall everywhere
My teaching is to everyone, like Magomed and Baphomet
I am a star? Give a warm plaid and a hood
Wipe your ass wipes - and that’s it, mark “Good”
They used to say, "I wouldn’t go with him in intelligence"
I didn’t go on tour with you - you didn’t pass the test (Howie, know!)
[Chorus]
My rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole
Uphill when rushing. Then downhill when sick
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the sole
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don’t know whether to ford or bottom this track
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole
SEE VIDEO OF LIVE SPEECH!
Oxxxymiron - The city under the sole.
September 2015
Does it don’t, does the Volga flow - a shoulder bag,
Chest pain - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key.
How many more miles? The short flight didn’t count,
A long dusty mess, the van is packed with boxes of merchandise.
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable.
There are two ways for the minstrel - corporate or apartment.
The schemes are of the same type, everything is now MC, because,
Having generated a change, we have reached a paradigm shift here.
Now rap multiparty, battles spawn
I look in the mirror like “How many troubles you have done!”.
I would enslave all rap, but all the time on the road,
The industry has a nervous tick - valocordin angina pectoris.
Gather the court, but the winners are not judged.
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have beaten out in people.
Don’t fuck * di, I lay on you, servants, five times,
After all, we act strongly, as if the jaw of a pithecanthropus.
All my rap, in short, about
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the soles.
Past the poplars and the ripe bread of the fields,
Where is the ghost of Yesenin, the cross is a prayer service, fir trees.
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it,
We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius.
Our land drowns loners like puppies,
He was a stranger, but Ocher, Porchy, Ilya - more than a family.
I wrote a bomb at night that I started to pour urine,
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me.
The world is empty, even with every second get acquainted,
I am not a biorobot with a positive Komsomol member.
Deliver me from your panacea, home Paracelsus,
Indeed, for me, e * ash is an end in itself.
I’m crazy - we don’t give a shit, Tony Stark as a standard,
A pair of countries, motorways: Krasnodar, Tatarstan,
Moskabbad. Passports to us from countries in great demand.
At least on the MKAD to the start, at least in Madagascar.
You know: all of my rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole.
Uphill, when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the soles.
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.
I don’t know whether it’s in the mainsail or to the bottom,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole.
Give the strength here not to collapse and not to break; there is a route
And there is a settlement on the highway, and there they are waiting for us today.
Whiner, don't be feminine
Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey in his deck.
Again, e * lo sleepy, again the rise was dawn,
Again bronik, again the road, a bag behind his back.
Everything is quick, if it is shitty, rain, overcast.
The bridge to Asgard, after that, let it be just lucky with transport.
I make each of my verses a self-portrait,
Often we read a check, rap like a speech therapist under a marathon.
Stencil on parapets, logo on the wall,
Everywhere my teaching is to everyone like Mohammed and Baphomet.
I am a star? Give a warm blanket and a hood
Wipe the ass wipes - and that’s all, the mark is “good”.
They used to say, “I wouldn’t go into intelligence with him” -
I didn’t go on tour with you; you didn’t pass the test.
Homie, know my rap, in short, about what
Already which year which city is under the sole.
Uphill, when rushing, then downhill, when sick,
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the sole
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.
I don’t know whether it’s in the mainsail or to the bottom,
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole.
The city under the sole
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“The city under the sole” - from Oksimiron for all fans!
Video made and produced by Fancy Shot
Director - Martim Condeixa
Producer - Dmitry Muraviev
Art Director - Petr Bondarenko
Director of Photography - Leandro Ferrão
[Verse 1]
Don, whether the Volga flows. Kotomku - on the shoulder
Chest pain - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key
How many more miles? The short flight didn’t count
Long dusty ches, a box full of merch
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable
Minstrel - two ways: corporate or apartment
Schemes of the same type. Everything is now MC
After all, having generated a shift, here we have reached a paradigm shift
Now rap is multiparty. Battles spawn
I look in the mirror like "How much trouble have you done !?"
I would enslave all rap, but all the time on the road
The industry has a nervous tick, valocordin - angina pectoris
Gather the court, but the winners are not judged
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have beaten out in people
Do not cunt! I lay on you, mankind, five times
After all, we act strongly, as if the jaw of a pithecanthropus
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Past poplars and ripe bread fields
Where are Yesenin's ghosts, cross, prayer, oil
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it
We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius
Our land drowns loners like puppies
He was a stranger, but Ocher, Corruption, Ilya - more than a family
I wrote a bomb at night that I started to pour urine
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me
The world is empty, even with every second get acquainted
Source site
I'm not a biorobot with a positive Komsomol member
Ay! Spare me your panacea
Home Paracelsus, because for me * bash is an end in itself
Are you crazy? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark, as standard
A pair of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moscow
Passports, pop gum, hot cakes
At least on the MKAD "at the start, at least on Madagascar (You know!)
[Chorus]
All my rap, in short, about
Already which year which city is under the sole
Uphill when rushing. Then downhill when sick
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the sole
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don’t know whether to ford or bottom this track
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole
[Verse 3]
Give me the strength here, do not collapse and do not break
There is a route and there is a settlement on the highway
And there they are waiting for us today. Whiner don't be feminine
Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey
* Bloo again sleepy, rise again dawned
Bronik again, again the road, the bag - behind
All hastily, in the field shit, rain, cloudy
Bridge to Asgard - after, let it be lucky with transport
I make each of my verses self-portrait
Hour on the check, rap, like a speech therapist under a marathon
Parapet stencil: logo on the wall everywhere
My teaching is to everyone, like Magomed and Baphomet
I am a star? Give a warm plaid and a hood
Wipe your ass wipes - and that’s it, mark “Good”
They used to say, "I wouldn’t go with him in intelligence"
I didn’t go on tour with you - you didn’t pass the test (Howie, know!)
[Chorus]
My rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole
Uphill when rushing. Then downhill when sick
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the sole
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don’t know whether to ford or bottom this track
You live under the heel, I have a city under the sole
SEE VIDEO OF LIVE SPEECH!
