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Divin in hell — o′shit! I see so many faces, introduse ma meat
Suicide? Right, I neva do what I mean Fight — against who wins
Black — sickness attacks ma eyes Sickness attacks ma ears — spies
Everywhere — bust their asses But we′re not aggresive
White — sickness attacks ma mind Run to tha hills , feel tha speedy wheels
Ruin tha ancient civilisations No mercy for oua patience
Tommy — he′s so poor boy,has no toy Fatha gone west, motha is under arrest
Home sweet home it′s reservation — They not survive like a nation
Fuck! ′N u teel me ′bout tha progress No choice for human knowin less
Than beasts except to kill This manwho runs to tha hill
Discrimination means this kind of organisation
Destitute of their history, have no destiny
Prime guilty has no time To think about — that′s crime
Manitu, great Manitu Cry for indians
Radio stations pervert tha situation TV sets lie — hearless cry
Police advise u rest all in peace now attention!
Movements, demonstrations, all this bullshit fiction
This just kind of fuckin addictions To keep tha soul quite and feel right
They think it′s better than fight, but … Yon know man, that yo stupid mentality
Kills in u human, u have no personality U′re impotent puppet in a skillfull hand
And this games will neva end
Manitu, great Manitu Cry for indians

@ I.F.K.

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Anotha day u hear — somebody kills someone Yo friend becomes lokko ′cause he has too much fun
Start tha way to peace,end tha way to fight U neva feel where′s tha limit, neva sure u′re right
U always think that u think too much U always say that u will neva be a judge
Two ways to decide, two points — yeah or not U think u neva do mistakes? U keep yo life out
Fear of yoself takes u like a quicksand U know who u are man, u′re diffident
Yo favourite words are: May be, I don′t know When I talk to u I feel I′m talkin witha hole
U get yo problems and loose yo face Yo independence is an empty place
I know u dream that problems rest in peace Sorry man, it′s not ma job so get tha fuck of this
U don′t wanna live, but u don′t wanna die U just wanna shut up, same time u wanna cry
Open yo eyes and u will understand U have to fight with yoself, man, u′re diffident
Hey man, u ask me and I try to help u Trust only yo mind and fuck tha dogmatic truth
No gods except yoself, no gods except yo strong Bewave of crowd, not afraid to be alone
Advices are O.K. but orders — no. FUCK! Rules are not eternal, freedom is yo luck
They really hurry to expose tha judgement all is in yo hands if u′re not diffident

@ I.F.K.

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Black butterfly sittin on tha wrinkled flower Born white she′s outcome of industrial powa
She search′s tha nectar, but finds only shit Tha man — tha King took care of it
Somewhere a giant plant is built, somewhere use dynamite
Nobode cares about tha consequenses When tha beasts mutate, when they dissapear
When tha forrests fall, when tha seas are sear when I′m lookin on tha planet this fuckin kit
I can′t say: Hay man, I don′t fuck it U look around, look around, look around,man
It happens everywhere: in Iran, France, alaska and Japan
Global plan to suicide ′n I have fear Not in anotha galaxy, not on Venus, it′s near
Say why I must accumulate some fuckin shit in maself
Such things are not healthy, they are not safe
To breath tha shit ′n drink tha shit No, I wanna consume only what I need
Greenpeace ′nockin in yo house
U listen FM ′na DJ says That 1000 whales throw themselves out in Norway
Yo′re watchin TV set ′n u learn tha things More stern like by terrible Stephen King
Check it out, u brotha, a foulin world Which′s covered with fuckin radiated dirt
Ozone holes ′n MF acid rain Cool step to tha Greenpeace, very important step
Say fuck who pollutes oua environment We don′t want to live no more like that
[BlahBlah rap francais]
IFK sing it let′s spare tha nature Now ward of MF to die out danger

@ I.F.K.

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I′m guilty and I′m fuck′d up people hate me when I′m lift up
There′s no reason to cry ′n shout Wanna kill everyone without any doubt
I′m much guilty and I′m not proud Ma heartbeat gonna be too loud
Affection ′n love has gone to tha past I kill′d ma body, but it won′t be tha last
I′m guilty but I wanna be justified Just anotha chance to put it right
Ma life is a prison ′n I wanna be realised I feel guilty, ma spirit is miss′d
Is there anyone who can help me to be
I wanna feel tha pain, but I can′t be d.e.a.d.
I know that u′re happy in ya slavery a boo-boo in ya mind is ya mistery
Ma target is ya body, I wanna rebuild it Have much strength, but I feel guilt
Animals comin through tha night Lookin for tha victim just to fight
But they′re not guilty? they′re natural It′s there life, they have no future
But I′m not an animal, I′m only a male Can′t live in that conflict I always fail
Have no thoughts how to lie Don′t wanna try
I′m guilty, not guilty, what da fuck is guilty?
We′re not public Enemy, it′s not oua reality
It′s not a gangsta rap, not kind of that
This is not a social game, not mothafuckin blame
I′m not Ice-T, not Flavour Flave
Sumthin unreal beatin in ma head it really hurts transfix it with ya gad
Ma body′s full of guilt from ma ears to ma feet
I wanna be kill′d but it′s tha most stupid feat
Check it out, yo! ah check it out, ah check it out!

@ I.F.K.

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Here comes an IFK Docta He′s really alive
He′s tha only one to know ya and cut ya with his knife
He′s not a madman He′s not a criminal
He loves his insects and his anatomic doll
His chains are covered with blood His retorts are full of oua brains
For him there′s only one road Tha road is ya MF vains
Are u ready for him are u ready for his "cure"
Suddenly he′ll put in Just be ready to warn ya motha
I.F.K. Docta is ma best friend
We′ve got da common daughter ′n common land
We′ll show ya tha truth of yo fuckin life
So check lyrics out ′n c′mon dive

@ I.F.K.

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IFK sing it: fuck da jumboz
Even they would give no fuck
Who da hell was Lumumba!

@ I.F.K.

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Sittin in his mind like a bullet in da head His brains ′re not ordinary they′re dead
They′re jumpin around lookin fora new stuff They cannot stop they cannot get enough
U′ll neva understand whatz groove of da pain U′ll neva understand whatz goin in his brain
Kidnappa is a real desire MF drug sucka wanna get higher
Everywhere I am his target I don′t wanna fight don′t wanna GO FOR IT
Just for a wild I′m waitin for his appear it makes me weak I′ve got a real fear
Gotta go gotta go — slowly — they run I think I′m gonna die or gotta lotta fun
He′s pressin ma body ma vains ma spirit They gonna blow up gonna jump out of it
I can′t keep out of it I′m afraid of him of his spirit
All I wanna do is make a kick But kidnappaz groove makes me weak
No no no! Nobody hear ma voice When I′ve got no health no "strong" no choice
When I′m runnin away from da blood From da evil from da faceless crowd
On ma back: his eyes his track He′s after me I got a balance lack
He′s not ma enemy not ma friend But why I must die coz of his bent
I′m afraid he got me ma organz …
But ma dick is really nuthin ma ass is 2 much dirty ma lungs are kill′d by nicotine
Ma liver is kill′d by alcohol ma heart is full of bullshit ma eyes can′t see any
More ma ears can′t hear anymore. But ma mind is too much sick! and kidnappaz groove
MAKES ME WEAK!

@ I.F.K.

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Из 90-х я выбрался взрослым
Культовым, стильным, очень амбициозным —
Идеальный продукт либеральной доктрины.
Я не из тех, кто бьет витрины,
Но энтропия просочилась даже в мой бумажник, остальное неважно.
Я не верю в завтра без хрустящих купюр и доступных девиц.
Так погибает новый русский Арамис.
Тот, кто держит всю Москву — отличный парень.
Он сутенер, экстрасенс или писатель.
Надо нажать на мышцы, обесточить мозг.
Стань мужиком и будь жесток!
В жестком мире не зевай:
Держись за свой hi-fi.
Так неприятно будет падать вниз.
Подонок, остановись.
Легкие деньги. Сладкая жизнь.
Слабые ноги. Скользкий карниз.
Я создан воровать и жизнь свою со вкусом прожигать.
Вам на проспекте росшим, не понять….
Нас забыли предупредить о тотальном дефолте.
Неприятный звонок на шикарном курорте.
Офис сгорел, они украли ребенка — так завершилась моя гонка.
Смерть в кредит, как завещал Селин.
С плаката подмигнул пидовка Рики Мартин.
Водка, виски, ром, текила, джин и вино.
Я посмотрел в открытое окно.
Грязные деньги. хрупкая жизнь
Слабые нервы. Узкий карниз.
Мир тает, как леденец. Всему приходит конец.

@ I.F.K.

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Мир не смог бы жить без Бога,
Загляни в калейдоскоп земных страданий
Его глазами.
Там страх и боль сплелись в уродливый узор
И головы на палках улыбаются гнилыми ртами
Я хочу отыскать в пене хаоса смысл,
Я ищу в груде мусора след красоты
И повторяю слова Заратустры:"Остерегайся не грязной,а мелкой воды"

Падает тень
Скоро вечер
Я жду
Кто-то из нас изчез опять
Мир без меня не пропадёт - ещё одна душа на галерах небытия
Время для слёз ещё придёт
Вечная зима
Пепел индульгенций
Моя вина

Я истратил слишком много сил и времени,
Пытаясь замаскировать свой эгоизм,
Но увидев в зеркале гримасу пустоты и низость тех желаний,
От которых стал зависим
Я хочу отыскать новый ориентир,я ищу в своей памяти светлые дни
Слишком поздно я понял,что счастье только в том,чем мы жертвуем ради других

Алхимия бессилия и злые туманы бездны
Как Минотавр я изолирован в пустынных коридора сомнений
Бешеный зверь забрёл в мой сад,зверь раскрывает пасть...

Выпьем сегодня за упокой - ещё одна душа на галерах небытия
Время для слёз ещё придёт
Вечная зима
Хватит оправданий - моя вина

Ко мне опять вернулась боль,и это значит,что я жив
Мрак средневековья позади
Каждое тело станет золой,но веру не истребить
Мы найдём бессмертие в руках любви

@ I.F.K.