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letra de odessa - your old droog

[intro]
chern0byl
yo, check it out

[verse 1: your old droog]
supposed to be born in ’86, my folks were urgently advised that they be patient, news said the radiation would’ve made me sick
here i am sicker than ever
better m n0body better
i’m a legend trapped in the wrong era
there are plenty who’ve gone farther with lesser
probably what makes them think they can try thе yodfather like bardicarum
take a whiff from thе rose of my suit
[??????????????] and pursuit
what do ya now, the sweet sounds of the bottom like her
make them respect you, they don’t gotta like ya
don’t these losers psyche you out of your cycle
people don’t usually give it up until you’re lying in the box or in riker’s
[?], that’s [?], remember i told you
they don’t wanna see your lil’ street corner hobby turn global
they don’t want you to escape poverty, cage you be in chern0byl
up in your high rise, ordering n0ble
met a man. who had it all, said ‘i need more than that’
settle for no lesser, getting love out in odessa, foreign cat
got whips like the senate, f-ck orrin hatch
f-ck a so-called producer and his boring batch
with some heat in that pack, woulda bent made that bench straight
more well off than bob geldof (who?)
used to rack my brain like i was the one performing poorly
them herbs just weren’t meant to score my story
f-ck you talking’ bout?
[verse 2: billy woods]
just act quick, the wall was a pile of bricks
devil’s greatest trick gets lost in the mix
hash balled up like toddlers’ fists
tar ooze out the clip
cigars, i’m rich
sell the gulag archipelago on the skiff
peer into bottomless pit, i don’t do kitch
yeltsin vomited in sink, dab blood from his lips
in the spot, puffy with drank
throw new money at new money till sha do its thing
vi with the worst guy waiting in the rings
i’m on cccp time, they had to stop and think
private equity’ll run a train on your central bank
v–gr- crunching like skittles
i went dead stock to the top of discogs like stinger missiles
now you want ’em back but it’s only one issue (i gave ’em all to some guy)
the collective works of karl marx feed the ducks in gorky park
bird watch, don’t confuse robin and the log
the air crisp, the sun sharp
tell me old bird hop in the car
in the winter the moskvitch takes a few tries to start

[outro]
you think you had your ending right there

- your old droog

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