Переплетено – Oxxxymiron Lyrics
Artist: Переплетено
Song: Oxxxymiron
★ Skit: Zhenya Murodshoeva as Kira ★
Mark, what am I: your literary agent or your mommy?
Are you ever going to pick up the phone? I really don’t want to get involved in your personal matters, but the young lady that you were seen with that morning… anyway, be careful *static* -ing with you know who? Guru! Seriously: if she drags you off to favelas or, God forbid, to him, then please don’t fall for that “interlaced” b#llsh#t and all that esotericism
★ Verse 1 ★
It’s all interlaced, a sea of threads but
If you pull on one string the whole ball will follow
This world is a spinning wheel, no coincedences
Be a thread or a chord or a bowstring
It’s all interlaced into a single skein
A ball of thread, not a сalico cloth
The wind is blowing away a tumbleweed
It’s all interlaced, but not predetermined
★ Chorus ★
This is the worldview of those
Who’s long opposed yours like a sect
For not everything has the same architect
It’s all interlaced, I’m destined to die a heretic
Your worldview is a net
A canvas, a textile napkin
Like it was made by a veawer or a tailor
But it’s all interlaced, all by itself – askew, all across
★ Verse 2 ★
It’s all interlaced, certificate in my hand
That says I can handle my brain, but my heart is a no
My city is tired of cleaning up after the powerful despots
There’s a cause-and-effect link in this context
And everything is interlaced there, Satyricon everywhere
Omission of the law with assistance from the church
Kill yourself if you’re not a cop and not the force
Our city won’t be save by a miraculous ointment
Even though it’s all interlaced: time and Zeitnot
Death and a still life, a politician’s bed and business
But everyone is alone in their own body
A slaveowner and a and a zealot, but the city is a layered cake
You know the world is simple: don’t borrow money
Don’t haggle, watch out for your home
Don’t fiгсл with your head, don’t get ahead of yourself
Take good care of psychos, outsiders, heretics
Cause everything is enterlaced, TV and terror
The church and brothels, casino
Cartel and the orphanage. It’s dark over the mayor’s office
Where’s the antipode for this system, if out of sh#t money
The concerns are making a patent for an antitode?
Those morons don’t understand whole categories
Of the ecosystem, dividing everything like a board of directors
But the offices, favelas, drug dens
City council, сampaign managers, creditors, synod –
★ Chorus ★
It’s all the worldview of those
Who’s long opposed yours like a sect
For not everything has the same architect
It’s all interlaced, I’m destined to die a heretic
Your worldview is a net
A canvas, a textile napkin
Like it was made by a veawer or a tailor
But it’s all interlaced, all by itself, with hell knows what, all askew
★ Verse 3 ★
It’s all interlaced, certificate in my hand
That I’m keeping my head up but my heart’s on the run
I fiercely want for spring, blindly on the edge
Lucid dreams, flashbacks, deja vu
Can’t make heads or tails, and even Astaroth
Is still on the look out for the meaning of this world
Tire fitting and a pit stop, no more stops after that
Until our legs are broken by an enemy knee crusher
That’s how we live, and that’s how we’ll die –
We’ll fertilize this mountain, becoming it’s coal
In this unkind city, whether you’re a slave or a rebel
It’s the cycle of nature: the eagle will eat the worms
Then the worms will eat the eagle, it’s all interlaced
Let’s introduce undertones in their black and white movie
Shades and colors. Whether the Leviathan or Behemoth
The mayor’s just an éminence grise, and we’re a whole legion
It’s all interlaced: Leo and Capricorn, Virgo with Taurus and Scorpio
Sagittarius or Aquarius with Gemini – there’s no esoterics, son
They go to war with their neighbours if the population’s got spermotoxicosis
So what if they don’t understand my theories
Trying to make us out to be conspiracy theorists, like we don’t really understand what’s going on
But who’s drug empire you think is running
Through the arteries of the city containers full of processing waste
Of the ores mined under the mountain, sold overseas
While back home, in the laboratories, they’re processing the waste
And running it to the people in form of the drug that’s named “Gor”
★ Skit: Zhenya Murodshoeva as Kira ★
So how did the visit to Guru go? Are you hungry for mayor’s blood now too? It’s not that funny, of course. Did I not tell you that your mysterious Alisa is not good for you? Where do you even get the time to flirt with the radicals? But, if you’re getting inspired and writing again… By the way, you’re gonna have a great opportunity… what I’m trying to say, can you babysit Nick? Me and my husband want to go out once in a while. He’ll go out like a light, and you can finish your “Bu…”, “Butts”, is what you called it? Because I honestly don’t even remember the last time I’ve read something you wrote
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Release Year: 2015