Текст песни Crypt of Lost Styles - Mr. Lif & Brass Menazeri

To open up the crypt of lost styles
Had to throw a boulder cross Nile
Change the weather
Frost now
Teleport
Moscow
I arrive
I'm alive
With energy to
Transmit
Mend the earth where lands split
Write a verse in Sanskrit
My style
Hostile
Chivalrous
Meticulous
Envision this as docile
But notice that the rhythm is
Skull boring
Waking up your brain snoring
Frame goring
Squeeze a cloud til rain's pouring
Turn a desert plain orange
This warrants riptides
Torment
Important
Message coming via fax
Better hide the battle axe
Get your game face on
Mud mask
Napalm
Come and hug an A-Bomb
Feel the blast, Stay strong
If you call Po
Imma wrap myself up in the cosmos
Not close to your location
Witnessing the earth's rotation
Made of gases
See a star that's wearing glasses
That's me
You wanna talk about milenniums?
Yes, I saw the last three
Stand from ya
Ban summer
Disallowing seasons
Betting odds or evens
That's for breathing
Where the Gods are eating
Humble pie
Even as they put the sun to sky
Wonder why
You think you're greater than
A simple homo sapien...
Adjacent men in suits
They rally troops for loot
They think your value's moot
So you're a new recruit
Does that compute?
Or do you need another graph
Hug a bomb
Feel the blast
Revel in the aftermath