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Chester:
Together we made it.
We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall.

Busta:
See, a nigga survived the worst.
But my life is glorious.
But I know that I leaped every hurtle
And I'm so victorious.

Take a look
I'm a symbol of greatness
now call a nigga Morpheous
As force accumulated the wind
But they believe I'm so notorious

You know that I've been by my bread
Even though we rapping now
We used to live on the strip
Even though the nigga higher level trapping now

So conceded every one of my little struggles (and)
Throw your hands never ever been an option (trust)
A nigga pay for long life with or without traffic
And I'm about to take the hood shop and get it

Chester:
Together we made it.
(See, we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall.
(Come on)
Forever we waited.
(Haha!)
And they told us we were never gunna get it
But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
On the road
(To the ghetto)
On the road
(In the Projects to this bangin' instrumental)
On the road
(ride with me)
On the road
(we come and GET IT)
On the road

Mike:
When it all got started we was steadily just getting rejected
And it seemed like nothing we could do would ever get us respected
At best, we were stressed
At the worst they probably said we're pathetic

Had all the pieces to that puzzle
Just the way to connect it
I was fighting through every rhyme
Tightening up every line
Never resting the question if i was out of my mind
It finally came time to do it or let it die
So we put the chips on the table
and told 'em to let it ride (ohhh)
Singing yeah.

Chester:
Together we made it.
(See, we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall.
(Come on)
Forever we waited.
(Haha!)
And they told us we were never gunna get it
But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
On the road
(To the ghetto)
On the road
(In the Projects to this bangin' instrumental)
On the road
(ride with me)
On the road
(we come and GET IT)
On the road

Busta:
ook
In case you misunderstand exactly what I'm building
The shit that I can leave for my children
(Children, children, children)
Now all I wake up I smile to see how far I've come
Fighting for sales on the strip to a gate to hustle from
From nights in jail on a bench
Using my muscles, son
To counting money like Dre and Jimmy and Russell won
(Yeah, nigga)
But now I live when I dream
You see, we finally did it
Let's make a toast to the hustle, regardless how you did it

Chester:
Together we made it.
(See, we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall.
(Come on)
Forever we waited.
(Haha!)
And they told us we were never gunna get it
But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
On the road
(To the ghetto)
On the road
(In the Projects to this bangin' instrumental)
On the road
(ride with me)
On the road
(we come and GET IT)
On the road

То что у мну на аве:

Breaking the Habit

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
[unless i try to start again]
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside i realize
That i'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why i have to scream
I don't know why i instigate
And say what i don't mean
I don't know how i got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

I'll paint it on the walls
Cause i'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why i have to scream
But now i have some clarity
To show you what i mean
I don't know how i got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Tonight.

Кого напомнило?

From the inside

i don't know who to trust
no surprise
everyone feels so far away from me
heavy thoughts sift through dust
and the lies
trying not to break
but i'm so tired of this deceit
every time i try to make myself
get back up on my feet
all i ever think about is this
all the tiring time between
and how
trying to put my trust in you
just takes so much out of me

i take everything from the inside
and throw it all away
cause i swear / for the last time
i won't trust myself with you

tension is building inside
steadily
everyone feels so far away from me
heavy thoughts forcing their way
out of me
trying not to break
but i'm so tired of this deceit
every time i try to make myself
get back up on my feet
all i ever think about is this
all the tiring time between
and how
trying to put my trust in you
just takes so much out of me

i take everything from the inside
and throw it all away
cause i swear / for the last time
i won't trust myself with you

i won't waste myself on you, you, you
waste myself on you, you, you

i take everything from the inside
and throw it all away
cause i swear / for the last time
i won't trust myself with you

...everything from the inside
and throw it all away
cause i swear / for the last time
i won't trust myself with you, you, you

От так я и знал

Ты не идиот =) Я вот Алу видела на улице О_О

А моя знакомая (она же одевается как Ганс) видела в автобусе Яна =)

О да, было б прикольно что два братца вместе =)

О_О Ещё какой бы рай!!! ^_________^
Ну всё, мну выгоняют и мой "любимый" брат занимает моё место за компом, авось свидемся ещё =)

*________________* как те повезло!!!!

Лука
Мдэээээ ....... Миллениум в сборе то бишь

Куплет рэпа у меня в статуснике, Лука его видел и удивился чему - то О_о

Dedicated

I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keeping it real
It's understood that they actually will
And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
Staring into dreams, paranoid, are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee, hip-hop heads
Take a walk with me and what you'll see
Is a land where the sand's made of crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is Krylon Blue
And everybody speaks in a dialective rhyme
Emcees have left materialism behind them
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through all right
Because say what you will and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night.

Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
What's real
Is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real
Is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real
Is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.

I've seen a lot of shit
I've talked to a bum out on Sunset Strip
He asked me, 'How would you feel
If everybody acted like you didn't exist
You'd lose your grip, and probably eventually flip'
So let it be know the only reason that we do this
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
While emcees fight to see who can be the commonist
We float overhead like a space oddysey monolith
Overseeing the game over being part of the same old thing
It's all going to change and a hurricane of darkness and pain
And acidic rain, promises you won't do it again
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through all right
Because say what you will and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night.

Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
What's real
Is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real
Is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real
Is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.

Pulling me close the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Pulling me close the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide.

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
What's real
Is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real
Is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real
Is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
What's real
Everybody who doesn't feel safe
What's real
Everybody who knows they're out of place
What's real
Everybody with nowhere to run
Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.

Лука
Ты знаешь что есть Альт? Это смешение стилей и эта песня причисляется к альту ток с мотивоми рэпа. Честер ж рэп читает и Мик тож

Лука
Тода ты меня понимаешь гыы)) Ну ты меня ведь понимаешь, да?

Я шучу наивный капитан   *вытерает платком глаза* мдааа эти артистичные капли отлично действуют, хехе