Mikhail Glinka - pulsar flow
[Текст песни «pulsar flow»]
[Интро]
Put a pinnacle of every syllable on that bitch
[Куплет 1]
Ты бы подобрал путь получше для меня, это вряд ли — там все тернисты
Тебя окружают шерсть и шкуры, хотя вроде рэперок, а не таксидермист ты
Даже BB — далеко не первый выстрел, но ещё так много параллелей, где неофит я
Они полоскают мою жизнь на стримах, хвала небу — зная кто они, мне не обидно (Let's get it)
MC без конца роняют свою шляпу, как ковбои с паркинсоном (And i got em like)
Ты максимум island boy, но никакой не Робинзон (I know i got them like)
Твоя баба не влюблена, но она перебирает с солью будто бы хочет подать знак
Каждый твой следующий тэйк — это фальстарт, ты чё псих, сука? Я тогда — Max Tac
[Куплет 2]
It’s impossible to blame me, выдал базу будто пленный
If I feel bad I got snare, hat, buzzy 808 as a plan B
They don’t really understand me cuz it’s that simple, is that sinful?
I was on hard meds still doin dance albums and rap singles
I always tried to be polite, but label asking if we can get some editing
Choppin them beats like a guillotine, haters offended — got fed with the bag of tea
Side effеcts like profanity is just a part of my hyperactivity
Been doin’ this shit my whole lifе, wanna see my first live - you can watch it on DVD
Goin' off, irritate the fans, I see no pros at the main events
See them faces on the boards? They always under me, cuz my flow is like a pair on Vans
From the morons in them baggy pants it evolves, now we need to set the fence
Want me packing bags? But the музыка keeps me inside itself — call it self-defense
Stay away from political topics, rappers act stupid like brainless puppets
Come on, pick a side for some freakin likes, otherwise, it’s an empty stomach for the fellas who honest
Yeah, yeah, I know that I’m hella naive for the era I live in
Fella wrote me some letters and want some letters back from me, okay then, R-I-P him
Lot of skepticism in my wrinkles
And i got “True Life” on my fingers, try to mimic — no fancy trinkets
All of a sudden, you want to be a friend of mine, I’m again making M’s, no less, no average
Just gimme the drums from Soma, boy, I put a pinnacle of every syllable on that bitch
[Аутро]
Drums from Soma
Drums from Soma
Drums from Soma
Drums from Soma, boy, I put a pinnacle of every syllable on that bitch
[Интро]
Put a pinnacle of every syllable on that bitch
[Куплет 1]
Ты бы подобрал путь получше для меня, это вряд ли — там все тернисты
Тебя окружают шерсть и шкуры, хотя вроде рэперок, а не таксидермист ты
Даже BB — далеко не первый выстрел, но ещё так много параллелей, где неофит я
Они полоскают мою жизнь на стримах, хвала небу — зная кто они, мне не обидно (Let's get it)
MC без конца роняют свою шляпу, как ковбои с паркинсоном (And i got em like)
Ты максимум island boy, но никакой не Робинзон (I know i got them like)
Твоя баба не влюблена, но она перебирает с солью будто бы хочет подать знак
Каждый твой следующий тэйк — это фальстарт, ты чё псих, сука? Я тогда — Max Tac
[Куплет 2]
It’s impossible to blame me, выдал базу будто пленный
If I feel bad I got snare, hat, buzzy 808 as a plan B
They don’t really understand me cuz it’s that simple, is that sinful?
I was on hard meds still doin dance albums and rap singles
I always tried to be polite, but label asking if we can get some editing
Choppin them beats like a guillotine, haters offended — got fed with the bag of tea
Side effеcts like profanity is just a part of my hyperactivity
Been doin’ this shit my whole lifе, wanna see my first live - you can watch it on DVD
Goin' off, irritate the fans, I see no pros at the main events
See them faces on the boards? They always under me, cuz my flow is like a pair on Vans
From the morons in them baggy pants it evolves, now we need to set the fence
Want me packing bags? But the музыка keeps me inside itself — call it self-defense
Stay away from political topics, rappers act stupid like brainless puppets
Come on, pick a side for some freakin likes, otherwise, it’s an empty stomach for the fellas who honest
Yeah, yeah, I know that I’m hella naive for the era I live in
Fella wrote me some letters and want some letters back from me, okay then, R-I-P him
Lot of skepticism in my wrinkles
And i got “True Life” on my fingers, try to mimic — no fancy trinkets
All of a sudden, you want to be a friend of mine, I’m again making M’s, no less, no average
Just gimme the drums from Soma, boy, I put a pinnacle of every syllable on that bitch
[Аутро]
Drums from Soma
Drums from Soma
Drums from Soma
Drums from Soma, boy, I put a pinnacle of every syllable on that bitch
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