Aight, yo, drop the beat. Yo, you know the vibe. (Verse 1) Yo,my logic's a labyrinth, locked in a taxi's confession booth, Streetlights flashin'like epiphanies, huntin' for some twisted truth. This city's a textbook,I'm readin' the lines between the cracks, The meter's clickin'synchronicities, there's no turnin' back. They see a passenger,I see a ghost in the glass, a fleeting line, My pen's a scalpel,dissectin' fate in this four-wheeled design. Every red light's a paradox,a moment stuck in a frantic chase, While I'm composin'a sonnet in the silence on my face... (Chorus) Оу о о о, ла ла ла ла ла Зеленоглазое такси.... Оу о о о, ла ла ла ла ла Притормози́ притормози.... Yo,it's a metaphysical taxi, ridin' through the bleak, The dialectic's in the dashboard,the answer that you seek Is slippin'through your fingers like the coins to pay the fare, This urban tragedy's a masterpiece,and I'm the author of despair. (Verse 2) The engine hums a haiku,the wipers keep the tempo, slow, Navigatin'chaos where the logic-free philosophies grow. You're just a variable,a footnote in my grand design, Spittin'verses so incendiary, they'll make the rain ignite. This ain't a ride,it's a thesis on wheels, a gritty, raw essay, I'm deconstructin'heaven while we're headin' down the one-way. So hail this contradiction,this poet in a metal cage, My flow's a tangled traffic jam of wisdom,love, and rage. (Outro) Оу о о о, ла ла ла ла ла Зеленоглазое такси.... Оу о о о, ла ла ла ла ла Притормози́ притормози.... Yeah...the destination's just a concept, a fallacy, a lie. The truth is in the transit,under this asphalt sky. Skrrt...Peace. Word. [Post chorus] Оу о о о, ла ла ла ла ла Зеленоглазое такси.... Оу о о о, ла ла ла ла ла Притормози́ притормози.... Оу о о о, ла ла ла ла ла И отвези меня туда.... Оу о о о, ла ла ла ла ла Где буду счастлив я всегда....
