Ю.Г. - Ода уходящего года

Ха! Рабы Лампы на месте...
Sir-J и Ю.Г. с ними вместе...
"О, Боже" кричи,
Здесь злые русичи...
Готовность номер один...

D.O.B. фамилия - семья моя... Моя опора...
Даже ссора, один из споров... Кода речь
Идёт о горе, о проблемах, знаю - момощь придёт...
Меня никто не поведёт... Меня...
Годами проверены... Друг в друге уверены...
Мы в одиночестве... Покоя не ищем,
Стоя у микрофона... Дайте жару на пару...
Ушей чужих не жалейте... Рабы Лампы,
Убейте их своими метафорами...

Прах человеческой скверны бесчестной...
Частный страх пробы свободы...
Роды природы не радуют глаз и сознание...
Нет наказания страшней ожидания...
Хуже забвения... Раны смертельной...
Гной неизвестности душу залил...

Выпасть из строя... Из списка конвенций...
Побочные действия... Силы диверсия...
Век слабоумия... Crazy эпидемия...
Каждый новый день - иньекция прострации...
Посланцы нации падают в небо...
На чердак по древу... Всё по инструкции...

Наши овации конотоходцам по белому...
Смелым с рождения... Стойким по жизни...
Прошедшим казни и вечно живущим,
Средь пьяной кучи погнившей при жизни...

Славящей козни... Христу в руки гвозди...
Напасти скалят пасти... И жуют кости...
Собачьи страсти в эру водолея...
Не горсти не старея, препираются, как хозяева...

Отрава порождает человечьи слабости...
Количество ненависти на сантиметр плоти...
Реки злости переполняют ёмкости...
Кости Адама... Конец неловкости...

С крыш, словно листья осенней порой
Люди толпой идут в последний бой...
Всеобщий настрой пилит сердце тоской...
Я живой... Но похороны каждый день...
За тенью тень в записной книге...
Я вижу фиги... Друзья отъезжают...

В дом провожают всё меньше и меньше...
Я вижу: закат со дня на день ближе,
Что взоры мутит и всех скоро слижет...
Наружу из дома без шлема... Не надо!
Седьмой этаж ада - вот D.O.B....
Последняя ода в этом году...

Один за всех, и все за одного - гавно!
Давно уже не то время... Мы - новое племя...
Каждый сам за себя, каждый сам по себе...
Бруэ... Эта гадость... Мне в радость только мысли о семье...
В данном случае Ю.Г.'а... Брутальный...
Друг за друга... Друг за другом подряд...
Свой отряд представляем...

Последняя ода уходящего года...
Природа рожает - тяжёлые роды...
Невзгоды - обычные спутники тех,
Кто больше не может не двигаться вверх...
Превратности судеб не требуют судей...
Забудут - и ладно... Другого не надо...
Седьмой этаж ада... Сгущёная злоба...
Доводит до гроба отсутствие света...
Спасения нету для тех, кто повсюду
Не ищет в истории реальности правды...

Как гады забились под тухлой колодой...
Отсутствие мнений становится модой...
Смятение душ называют пороком...
Общение с богом за отдельную плату...
Совковой лопатой вбивают в сознание
Желание отсутствия всяких желаний...
Прятные вести - с ума сходим вместе...
Идём тратить деньги с убитой невесты...
Повестка на бал, словно штам на прописке...
Отметка о том, что упал слишком низко...

Прикован к толпе тем, что в ней и родился...
Куда ты стремился? Чего ты добился?
Пробился к кормушке... Увал тонну, быдла...
Нажрался до блёва... И всё? Как обидно...
Что? Нечего делать? Убитое тело...
В нём умер талант... Слышен запах гниенья...
Спасёт лишь движенье, но нет сил поднятся
И высунуть жопу из тёплого хлева...
Хватает и хлеба... Не надо ирисок...
Без риска спокойней, тупей и теплее...

А те, что смелее, пусть кости ломают...
Ведь сами не знают за что погибают...
Лампы Рабы - поклонники света,
Одни из немногих, кто понял всё это...
Ю.Г. тоже стремиться к ответам пробиться,
Пока не настал грандиозный финал...
Это последняя ода уходящего года...
О чём я? О том, что мы скоро умрём...
Одни - как собаки... Другие - похлеще...
Такие вот вещи... Кому надо, тот понял...

EMINEM   The way I am

Whatever..

Dre just let it run 

Hey Yo turn the beat up a lil bit

Hey Yo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it

Just shut up and listen, Hey Yo

I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag

of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be

the most meanest MC on this Earth

And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse

And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works

And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve

all this tension dispensin these sentences

Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest

and I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..

but at least have the decency in you

to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out

in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter

do not come and speak to me (speak to me)..

I don't know you and no,

i dont owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing

I'm not Mr. N*Sync, I'm not what your friends think

I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick

if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..

No patience is in me and if you offend me

I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air

I don't care who was there and who saw me destroy you

Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit

I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe

I'm tired of all of u

I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

Chorus:

And I am, whatever you say I am

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am

Radio won't even play my jam

Cause I am, whatever you say I am

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am

I don't know, it's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered

with all of this nonsense it's constant

And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content -

- the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses"

And all of this controversy circles me

and it seems like the media immediately

points a finger at me (finger at me)..

So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie

or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up

when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up

with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too

When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school

and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin

Where were the parents at? And look where it's at

Middle America, now it's a tragedy

Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty

havin this happenin (this happenin)..

then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..

But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire

to burn and it's burnin and I have returned

Chorus:

And I am, whatever you say I am.

If I wasn't then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

Radio won't even play my jam.

Cause I am, whatever you say I am.

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

I don't know, it's just the way I am.

I'm so sick and tired of bein admired

that I wish that I would just die or get fired

and dropped from my label and stop with the fables

I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.."

And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation

to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations

And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..

to deal with these cocky caucasians who think

I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk

with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin

the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)..

What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in

The why, the who what when, the where, and the how

'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out

cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it

I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit

And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get

But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom

without someone standin by it

No I won't sign your autograph

You can call me an asshole but I'm glad

Chorus:

Cuz I am, whatever you say I am.

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

Radio won't even play my jam.

Cause I am, whatever you say I am.

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

I don't know, it's just the way I am.

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted! 

Delicate

We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

Brett Dennen Aint No Reason

There aint no reason things are this way
It's how they always been and they intend to stay
I can't explain why we live this way,
We do it everyday.

Preachers on the podium speaking of saints
Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change
Old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name
I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
You can spend you whole life working for something,
Just to have it taken away
People walk around pushing back their debts
Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets
Talking 'bout nothing, not thinking 'bout death
Every little heartbeat, every little breath
People walk a tight rope on a razors edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
It could be a bomb, or a bullet, or a pen
Or a thought, or a word, or a sentence

There ain't no reason things are this way
It's how they always been and they intend to stay
I dont know why I say the things that I say,
But I say them anyway

But love will come set me free
Love will come set me free, I do believe
Love will come set me free, I know it will
Love will come set my free, yes.

Prison walls still standing tall
Some things never change at all
Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
Keep building bombs, gonna drop them all
Working young fingers bare to the bone
Breaking your back, make you sell your soul
Like a lung is filled with coal, suffocating slow
The wind blows wild and I may move
But politicians lie and I am not fooled
You don't need no reason or a three piece suit, to argue the truth
The air on my skin and the world under my toes
Slavery is stitched into the fabric of my clothes
Chaos and commotion wherever I go
Love, I try to follow

Love will come set me free
Love will come set me free, I do believe
Love will come set me free, I know it will
Love will come set my free, yes.

There ain't no reason things are this way
It's how they always been and they intend to stay
I can't explain why we live this way,
We do it everyday.
 

"Это невозможо" - сказала Причина "Это безрассудно" - заметил Опыт "Это бесполезно" - отрезала Гордость "Попробуй..." - шепнула мечта...