Old school is alive! (feat. Granpa Capcho (Дед Капчо) &Baraplesh DushTush (Бараплеш Душтуш)
[ Collaboration with Baraplesh Dushtush https://suno.com/@m454th48 and Granpa Kapcho https://suno.com/@ded_kapcho [verse 1] Radio keeps playing trash again, I can’t take this anymore. It’s all a mess, my ears are sore. So I took pen in hand to write some rhymes myself, No dreams of fame or big success on shelves. But what if I never went to music school? Had to use some brain power, that's the rule. Then I found out about musical neural networks, I had to sell gold teeth, it cost a lot, no joking. Cash was spent, now I'm writing first hit song. In the yard met hip-hop crew along. SKD Forever Seven and Baraplesh too - Neural network songs with funky groove for you. We became bros, hiphop spirit is alive once more. The tours started rolling, cash flowed galore. Old-school beats smashed everyone flat. Such troublemakers were awaited by our state at last! Suddenly I hear that familiar voice inside my head. Yeeeeargan wake up it's time to go to work instead! Go to work... [Chorus] Hip-Hop lost its soul completely, you've gotta accept it true. My heart spits tears, my flesh screams pain through and through. Gotta gather willpower, deliver raw meat as best I could do. But I'm tired of writing 'bout our WE'S HUSTLE routine so blue. It's dangerous, attention danger alarm!! Among grey masses our collaboration shines like an oasis charm. Not for money we promote what seemed ridiculous before. Everyone values differently but much remains unsaid still more! [Verse 2] I'm rewriting third verse already draining energy fast. On Russian Hip-Hop culture, we're rappers holding the mast. Exhausted together but exhausted voluntarily indeed. When colleagues perform their shows sounding like howling beasts indeed. Modern tracks sound whiny and weak beyond belief. Their lyrics gibberish can't reach old-school level chief. Veterans never acted like everything was allowed. These guys behave like junkies always stoned without doubt. Tattoos on forehead three-sixes, they grew mature enough to erase them soon. Caught by idea making better things, I felt light shock within. Found texts full of sins predicting us portents direly done. That's how pirogi turned out. Baraplesh, Kapcho what's next on run? Let's act intelligent scholars in tracks so people ask who we might be. And I'll hear fans whistling clapping loudly when they see. Damn, wife wakes me up shaking shoulder—time to work I guess! (Time to work...) [Chorus] Hip-Hop lost its soul completely, you've gotta accept it true. My heart spits tears, my flesh screams pain through and through. Gotta gather willpower, deliver raw meat as best I could do. But I'm tired of writing 'bout our WE'S HUSTLE routine so blue. It's dangerous, attention danger alarm!! Among grey masses our collaboration shines like an oasis charm. Not for money we promote what seemed ridiculous before. Everyone values differently but much remains unsaid still more! [Verse 3] Pranksters may shoot off your helmet, time to rise lest breakfast miss out. Green tea, bread with butter, windows gloomy outside but fire burns bright within. You won't hear this switching radio dial. We're warriors from Old School and that makes us smile. Super Mario ringtone gives right charge every day. Absurd theater rocks normal way. From soul to soul not for profit sake. Old guard absorbs street poetry soaking deep in lake. On luck's wild card fate decides where dots meet lines. If now then here and instantly clear signs. Wind plays different tunes across wires. White cover swapped dark mass attire. Lipetsk, Chelyabinsk, Samara... Peace to all! [Outro] We began writing rhymes not chasing cash alone, Don’t believe old school died long ago gone. Our theme shot like gun, Neural Gastrals tour begun. Youth lost hip-hop meaning totally son. But we're tired of writing about WE'S HUSTLE stuff. Rise rap culture nationwide enough! SKD Forever Seven, Grandpa Kapcho, Baraplesh!
