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T-Electronique
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Faust vs. dälek
жанры: hip-hop, experimental
альбомы: Derbe Respect, Alder
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T-Electronique Faust vs. D?lek They walk a path that's not mine, never was or ever will be. Fulfilling prophecies hobble knees of MC's Set to breath the rich air of mediocrity And so ironically you seek to whisper from the poison lips of Socrates I watch with these sad and tired eyes If I were blind perhaps then I'd know of sunsets. As it stands I hate myself more than public. Prose and poetry set to drown in murky sonics Crucify the honest least they beg to play the minstrel Divide by 5th harmonic Just to keep it simple Basics of my breath only known to my people Speak in paradox seems to sullen minds of feeble Retrieve the core text and proceed to feast with equals Your church steeples only set more eyes on RA Confusion on your face when i call my brothers god Grasp open fist with right Met with a solemn nod First signs of rain i plant these seeds in fertile soil Anoint scarred wrists with remnants of ancient oils. And since then I felt more than never Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words Left interred as exposed souls erode though I'm told to expect that fate Human has no fate (With Fist that knows pain) Await with rusted blade to split this right wrist Fractured lip spits blind truth into life's abyss. Lifted spirits only crash to concrete Greet enemies with pounds Brethren with horrid sounds Resonating what we wrote You foster false hope To those who tie noose with stale rope Broke stride with strong neck In last attempts to gain respect Melanin the constant threat Yet we easily forget Where we are, what we are Are by far foreign concepts Somewhere between the seeds of Gods and Monsters Quite a thought to ponder Ancient treasures squandered by greed that bleeds from all veins Humanity maintains false histories to breath Breed lies in ink to infect truth written Given live makes ironic alter Tarnished martyr polished words only to be blurred When i once tried to watch And irony is lost True knowledge only comes at too high a cost And since then I felt more than never Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words Left interred as exposed souls erode
Это интересно:Андрей Владимирович Меньшиков родился 30 июня 1977 года в Москве. Родители будущей звезды хип-хопа, полагаю, меньше всего ожидали, что их отпрыск стяжает славу на ниве рифмосложения. Отец Андрея – профессор, величина в мире современной химии. Но Андрей повел себя не так, как можно было ожидать от типичного ребенка из интеллигентной семьи. Сложившийся стереотип рисует такого ребенка застенчивым... продолжение
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