[00:04.32] Я, ха-ха, хэй
[00:07.38] Я, юморист, on my wrist
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[00:11.89] Нам не выжить без смеха, прям как без русского мата
[00:15.10] Мой отец КГБшник, а моя мать с автоматом
[00:18.23] И мои дети солдаты карательных батальонов
[00:21.26] А мои братья блюстители наших тёмных районов
[00:24.56] Чувства юмора и нет, ведь так бы я давно смеялся
[00:27.89] Над жизненной ситуацией, в которую загнал себя
[00:30.92] Нет верёвки? Пусть тогда меня удушит галстук
[00:34.28] Поскорей бы умереть, ведь я живу напрасно
[00:37.28] Маколей Калкин и Галкин — мой Новый год, он снова гадкий, у
[00:40.46] Что принесёт мне Санта? Где подарки? Может быть, жену?
[00:43.53] Если русский Дед Мороз, тогда он принесёт войну
[00:46.63] Шутники и юмористы развалили нам страну
[00:49.84] Чё, смешно, сука? (А?) Чё ты там услышал? (Пау-пау)
[00:52.87] Я, чё, похож на клоуна? Ну-ка встал и вышел (давай-давай)
[00:55.95] У нас учителя, бывает, банчат гашишем
[00:58.89] А ты мне чё-то затираешь здесь про своего бывшего
[01:02.28] Gold on my wrist, я юморист
[01:05.23] Пошутил не так — и ты попал в blacklist
[01:08.26] Государева немилость, хоть я вроде бы и чистый
[01:11.50] Небо самолётам, а цензура для артиста
[01:14.57] Gold on my wrist, я юморист
[01:17.88] Пошутил не так — и ты попал в blacklist
[01:20.71] Государева немилость, хоть я вроде бы и чистый
[01:24.07] Небо самолётам, а цензура для артиста
[01:27.30] Бандиты не на Геликах — на Геликах с мигалкой (да)
[01:30.65] Базарим языком ГУЛАГа, воздухом со свалки
[01:33.74] Мы копим на кусок гранита из-под палки
[01:36.55] Собираем крошки, запивая просроченным Pulpy
[01:40.17] Я устал, на часах почти семь вечера
[01:42.77] Пьём пиво с пацанами — это Тайная вечеря
[01:45.64] Я играю в гонки с мусорами — это всё не вечно
[01:48.97] За это нож в печень — жизнь скоротечна (ха)
[01:52.27] Gold on my wrist, я юморист
[01:55.28] Пошутил не так — и ты попал в blacklist
[01:58.13] Государева немилость, хоть я вроде бы и чистый
[02:01.33] Небо самолётам, а цензура для артиста
[02:04.68] Gold on my wrist, я юморист
[02:07.66] Пошутил не так — и ты попал в blacklist
[02:10.52] Государева немилость, хоть я вроде бы и чистый
[02:13.97] Небо самолётам, а цензура для артиста
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[00:00.11] Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
[00:04.64] Yeah
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[00:14.12] Brain dead, eye drops
[00:15.51] Pain meds, cyclops
[00:17.36] Daybed, iPod
[00:19.06] May-back, Maybach
[00:20.85] Trainwrecks, sidewalks
[00:22.41] Payless, high-tops
[00:24.27] K-Fed, iHop
[00:25.82] Playtex, icebox
[00:27.69] That's how much we have in common (yah!)
[00:29.43] That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
[00:31.22] Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
[00:32.77] That's how much we have in common (yuh!)
[00:34.59] That's how much we have in common (woo!)
[00:36.30] That's how much we have in common
[00:37.61] We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (yah!)
[00:41.22] I don't do Jordans and Audemars
[00:43.02] I do explosions and Molotovs
[00:44.60] Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
[00:46.59] I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
[00:48.26] Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me
[00:51.66] I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy
[00:55.04] I don't gotta hire goons
[00:56.41] I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
[00:58.47] The sky is blue, the tires is new
[00:59.91] The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
[01:01.92] Why these dudes tryna figure out
[01:03.54] How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
[01:05.35] I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
[01:08.51] Everybody doin' chick joints
[01:10.36] Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
[01:12.08] 'Member everybody used to bite Nickel
[01:13.93] Now everybody doin' Bitcoin
[01:15.56] We don't got nothin' in common (no!)
[01:17.35] We don't got nothin' in common (no!)
[01:19.19] Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
[01:20.93] On them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
[01:22.46] I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
[01:24.07] Find me a brother who's solid
[01:25.55] To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
[01:27.06] If the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
[01:28.90] We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
[01:30.67] Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower
[01:32.33] Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
[01:34.00] Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics
[01:36.47] Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
[01:38.25] To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
[01:39.72] Knowledge is power, but powerless
[01:41.10] If you've got it and you do not acknowledge it
[01:42.75] Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
[01:44.51] Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'
[01:46.27] We can spit it for ya advance
[01:47.71] I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
[01:49.56] You niggas
[01:50.28] Brain dead, eye drops
[01:51.39] Pain meds, cyclops
[01:53.27] Daybed, iPod
[01:54.90] May-back, Maybach
[01:56.63] Trainwrecks, sidewalks
[01:58.21] Payless, high-tops
[01:59.91] K-Fed, iHop
[02:01.78] Playtex, icebox
[02:03.80] That's how much we have in common (yah!)
[02:05.65] That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
[02:07.35] Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
[02:08.95] That's how much we have in common (yuh!)
[02:10.55] That's how much we have in common (woo!)
[02:12.38] That's how much we have in common
[02:13.72] We are not alike, there's nada like us
[02:15.92] You say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy!)
[02:18.03] The people you run with are thuggin' (gang!)
[02:19.68] But you just a wannabe gunna (gang!)
[02:21.53] Like you was gonna do somethin'
[02:22.90] Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy!)
[02:24.22] And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'
[02:26.33] You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
[02:28.68] Bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothin'
[02:29.87] Rap God spit lyrical bullets (pew!)
[02:31.45] And gats cock, your partners better tool up
[02:33.20] This has not to do with muscular
[02:34.93] But have guns for sure, you better put a
[02:36.77] Strap on, other words if you're gonna
[02:38.46] Roll up with your (gang) you're gon' need a arsenal
[02:40.75] 'Cause this bar is over your head
[02:42.33] So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrrt!)
[02:44.95] Oh, you run the streets, huh?
[02:46.14] Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
[02:47.90] This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself
[02:50.16] He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
[02:52.17] So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na
[02:54.61] But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
[02:56.58] If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
[02:58.35] And I'm talkin' to you
[02:59.31] But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
[03:01.43] I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
[03:03.91] But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
[03:05.47] I keep on telling you motherfuckers
[03:06.79] But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories
[03:09.39] Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
[03:11.39] I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off
[03:13.32] Like a fuckin' cocked semi-G