Whether Don, whether Volga flows. Knapsack - on the shoulder Pain in the chest - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key How many miles yet? A short flight did not count Long dusty hours, a van full of boxes with merch We believe - lucky, our beds are portable Minstrel - two ways: corporate party or apartment building The schemes are the same. Everyone is now an MC After all, having created a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here. Now rap is multi-party. Having spawned Battles I look in the mirror like "How many troubles have you done!?" I would enslave all rap, but all the time on the road The industry has a nervous tic, valocordin - angina Gather the court, but the winners are not judged We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have made it to the people Do not fuck! I lay on you, servants, five times After all, we act strongly, like the jaw of a pithecanthropus All my rap, in short, is about the fact that for many years the city has been under the sole Uphill, when rushing. Then downhill, when I feel sick I’m not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole City under the sole, city under the sole Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs I don’t know if this path is ford or at the bottom You live under the heel, I have - a city under the sole Past poplars and ripe bread fields Where Yesenin's ghosts, a cross, a prayer service, oil From a minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius Our land drowns loners like puppies Was a stranger, but Ocher , Corruption, Ilya - more than a family I composed a bomb at night that I filled it with urine I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me The world is empty, at least get to know each second I'm not a biorobot with a positive smile of a Komsomol member AY! Deliver me from your panacea Homemade Paracelsus, because for me to fuck is an end in itself Tired? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark is standard A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad Passports, bandstands, snapped up At least along the Moscow Ring Road "at the start, at least to Madagascar (You know!) All my rap, in short, is about the fact that for many years now the city has been under the soles of Uphill, when rushing Then downhill, when I feel sick I'm not like Gulliver, but still the city under the sole The city under the sole, the city under the sole Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom me - the city under the sole Give strength here, do not turn and do not break There is a route and there is a settlement on the highway And they are waiting for us there today. again the road, the bag - behind the back Everything hastily, shit in the field, rain, cloudy Bridge to Asgard - after, let it just be lucky with transport on the wall everywhere My teaching is for everyone, ka to Magomed with Baphomet Am I a star? Give me a warm blanket and a hood Wipe your ass with napkins - and that's it, mark "Good" They used to say "I wouldn't go on reconnaissance with him" I didn't go on tour with you - you didn't pass the test briefly, about the fact that for many years the city is under the sole Uphill, when rushing. Then downhill, when I feel sick I’m not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole City under the sole, city under the sole Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs I don’t know if this path is ford or at the bottom You live under the heel, I have - the city under the sole of My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road
Whether Don, whether Volga flows. Kotomku - on the shoulder.
Pain in the chest - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key.
How many more miles? The short flight didn't count.
Long dusty scratch, van full of boxes of merch.
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable.
Minstrel - two ways: corporate party or apartment building.
The schemes are the same. Everyone is MC now.
After creating a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here,
Now rap is multiparty. Having spawned Battles,
I look in the mirror like, "How much trouble have you done!?"
I would enslave all rap, but all the time on the road.
The industry has a nervous tic, valocordin - angina pectoris.
Gather the court, but the winners are not judged.
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have become people.
Don't fuck! I lay on you, servants, five times,
Because we protrude strongly, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus.
Past the poplars and the ripe bread of the fields,
Where are Yesenin's ghosts, a cross, a prayer service, oil.
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it.
We will overcome everything, if not, then I am not an Aquarius.
Our land drowns singles like puppies.
He was a stranger, but Okhra, Porchi, Ilya are more than a family.
He composed a bomb at night, which he filled with urine.
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me.
The world is empty, at least get to know each other.
I am not a biorobot with a positive look of a Komsomol member.
Hey! Deliver me from your panaceas.
Home Paracelsus, because for me to fuck is an end in itself.
Tired? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark as standard.
A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad.
Passports, din of the stage, like hot cakes.
At least along the Moscow Ring Road "at the start, at least to Madagascar. (You know!)
All my rap, in short, about the fact that
What a year, what a city under the sole.
Uphill when pret. Then downhill, when sick.
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole.
City under the sole, city under the sole.
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.
I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom.
You live under the heel, I have the city under the sole.
Give strength here not to collapse and not break.
There is a route and there is a settlement on the highway,
And they are waiting for us there today. Whine, don't be feminine.
Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey in his deck.
Again the eblo is asleep, again the rise is dark.
Again the armor, again the road, the bag - behind the back.
Everything hastily, in the field shit, rain, overcast.
Bridge to Asgard - after, let them just be lucky with transport.
I make each of my verses a self-portrait.
An hour on the check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marathon.
Stencil on the parapets: the logo on the wall is everywhere.
My teaching is for everyone, like Magomed and Baphomet.
I'm a star? Give me a warm blanket and a hood
Wipe your ass with napkins - and that's it, mark "Good."
They used to say "I would not go on reconnaissance with him."
I didn’t go on tour with you - you didn’t pass the test. (Houmi, know!)
All my rap, in short, about the fact that
What a year, what a city under the sole.
Uphill when pret. Then downhill, when sick.
I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole.
City under the sole, city under the sole.
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.
I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom.
You live under the heel, I have the city under the sole.
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City under the sole
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"City under the sole" - from Oksimiron for all fans!
Video made and produced by Fancy Shot
Directed by Martim Condeixa
Producer - Dmitry Muravyov
Art director - Petr Bondarenko
Director of photography - Leandro Ferrão
[Verse 1]
Whether Don, whether Volga flows. Kotomku - on the shoulder
Chest pain - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not with a key
How many more miles? Short flight didn't count
Long dusty scratch, van full of boxes of merch
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable
Minstrel - two ways: corporate party or apartment building
The schemes are the same. Everybody now MC
After all, having generated a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here
Now rap is multiparty. Battles spawned
I look in the mirror like "How much trouble have you done!?"
I would have enslaved all rap, but all the time on the road
The industry has a nervous tic, valocordin - angina pectoris
Gather the court, but the winners are not judged
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have become people
Don't fuck! I lay on you, servants, five times
'Cause we stick out strong like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Past poplars and ripe bread fields
Where are Yesenin's ghosts, a cross, a prayer service, oil
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it
We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not Aquarius
Our land drowns singles like puppies
Was a stranger, but Okhra, Corruption, Ilya - more than a family
He composed a bomb at night that he stuffed urine
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me
The world is empty, at least get acquainted with every second
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I'm not a biorobot with a positive lyba Komsomol member
AY! Deliver me from your panaceas
Home Paracelsus, because for me * bash is an end in itself
Tired? We don't give a fuck, Tony Stark as standard
A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad
Passports, din of the stage, like hot cakes
At least along the Moscow Ring Road "at the start, at least to Madagascar (You know!)
[Chorus]
All my rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole
Uphill when pret. Then downhill when sick
I'm not like Gulliver, but still the city is under the sole
City under the sole, city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom
You live under the heel, I have the city under the sole
[Verse 3]
Give strength here, do not collapse and do not break
There is a route and there is a settlement on the highway
And they are waiting for us there today. Whine, don't be feminine
Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey in his deck
Again *blo fell asleep, again the rise is dark
Again bronik, again the road, the bag - behind the back
Everything hastily, shit in the field, rain, overcast
Bridge to Asgard - after, let them just be lucky with transport
I make every verse a self-portrait
An hour on the check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marathon
Stencil on parapets: logo on the wall everywhere
My teaching is for everyone, like Magomed with Baphomet
I'm a star? Give a warm blanket and a hood
Wipe your ass with napkins - and that's it, mark "Good"
They used to say "I would not go on reconnaissance with him"
I didn’t go on tour with you - you didn’t pass the test (Khoumi, know!)
[Chorus]
My rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole
Uphill when pret. Then downhill when sick
I'm not like Gulliver, but still the city is under the sole
City under the sole, city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom
You live under the heel, I have the city under the sole
WATCH THE VIDEO OF THE LIVE PERFORMANCE!
Oksimiron's song "City Under the Sole" is in the spotlight, apart from comparative characteristics with other rappers, compositions and video clips. Critics, including homegrown ones, often accuse the performer of the similarity of the main ideas of creativity with Eminem. Let's leave the gurus of this musical style alone. To a certain extent, parallels exist, because they both write and perform rap. This means that they are at least similar, approximately like the Don and Volga mentioned in the song "The City Under the Sole". So, only online music: exclusively Oksimiron and his composition.
Travel notes from a rapper
About everything that is hidden from the audience who come to the concerts, it is told without embellishment and "cuts". Therefore, in a number of lines of the composition “City Under the Sole”, obscene language is used, which is very characteristic of the rap style.
In order to get to the fans, Oksimiron and his team travel thousands of kilometers.
They exchanged home comfort for bus seats, communication with relatives - for concert venues with enthusiastic spectators.
The performer did not just rhyme the traveler's notes and added a pumping beat to them. In the song "City Under the Sole", he manages to express his attitude to the multi-party nature of the direction, to fellow rappers who choose between the well-fed life of corporate parties and creative development at apartment houses.
The rapper proclaims that he has the city under his sole, while other guys are under the heel, because his fate has endowed him with endless transfers between settlements, regardless of their size, as part of tours.
An ironic sound to the text is given by the neighborhood of scientific words with specific slang, as well as the mention of the zodiac sign of the rapper and an extremely unpretentious rider (requirements for concert organizers). Thanks to this, the composition "City under the sole" does not seem too pretentious.
Oksimiron is sure that thanks to the personal qualities and cohesion of his team, which he considers more than a family, they will be able to overcome all difficulties. At the same time, the rapper warns that the selection for a person to become "one's own" is quite strict. 
Tour without embellishment in the video "City under the sole"
An energetic video series immerses the audience into the life of the artists for only 4 minutes: bus, dressing room, corridors, stage, hotel rooms. It seems that not everything is so fabulous, and performances are hard work, with a short rest after performances in the company of beauties.
The high quality of the editing makes the transitions from one location to another almost imperceptible, and this enhances the impression of the clip. Frames of the video "City under the sole" are replaced with dizzying speed. Here the singer is in a modest hotel, and opening the door immediately gets into the bus to the rest of the musicians, or catches a banana thrown to him in the transport while already in the dressing room. There are many such examples - they are simply worth seeing. The number of people on the screen is constantly increasing, and this adds to the dynamics.
The clip "City under the sole" turned out to be truly frantic due to the frames from the auditorium. The rapper's fans, as if spellbound, move in accordance with the rhythm of the music. The enchanting support of the audience is expressed in the shots with a fragment of stage diving, when Oksimiron soars on their outstretched arms.
The repeated repetition of the phrase "City under the sole" in combination with the rocking music introduces a kind of trance. It is not surprising that after listening to online music, it accompanies any walk along the street, because “City under the sole” sounds like a refrain in my head.
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