Некрополь
JEEMBO Lyrics

Питер — мой Некрополь (bitch)
St. Petersburg is the place where I find comfort amidst death and decay. Calling it my Necropolis with pride.

Питер — мой Некрополь (wha)
St. Petersburg is the only place where I feel at home. The city of the dead and the wounded.

Питер — мой Некрополь
St. Petersburg, the city where death lingers, is my sanctuary.

Палим копов третьим оком (bang)
I watch the police raid the streets of St. Petersburg with my third eye and laugh, knowing their power does not scare me.

Твоя thottie трясёт жопой
I see your girl shaking her ass and know that she is nothing to me, just a body with no soul or depth.

Слово летит в толпу
My word flies high above the crowd, unafraid of censorship or backlash.

Для меня не табу
Nothing is taboo for me, I am fearless and unafraid to speak my truth.

Встать на твоём гробу
I will stand on your grave and honor all whom I love in defiance of your memory.

За всех, кого я люблю (кого я люблю)
For all those whom I love, I will fight and speak out against oppression and injustice.

Не тяни ветки к огню (не тяни ветки)
Don't poke the fire, don't test me or my power, or you will get burned.

Выпал из клетки на дню (выпал из клетки)
I've broken free from the barriers that once held me back and now live freely on the streets of St. Petersburg.

Даже без версий GQ (на дню, на дню)
I don't need the approval or validation of high-class society, I thrive on my own terms, on the streets.

JJ редкий, как Мью (JJ редкий)
My presence on the streets of St. Petersburg is as rare as a sighting of the elusive JJ or the legendary Mew.

Нами забитый минивен
We pack ourselves into a beaten-up minivan, riding low on off-road suspension, counting our money as we cruise through Russia's heartland.

На подвеске offroad, скрутили деньги
We have hustled hard and earned our money, riding in a minivan with offroad suspension, as we cruise through Russia's countryside.

Курим в окно, мы в сердце России
We smoke out the window, driving through the heart of Russia with the wind in our hair.

Окованной льдом (ice)
Russia is frozen in time, its cities are frozen in ice, but its spirit and its people are unbreakable, unaffected by the cold.

Дико большой и брошенный дом (дом)
I see a huge, abandoned building and pick up my mic to spit fire and rage against the injustices of this world.

Вижу дерьмо — беру микрофон
I see the world's crap and pick up my mic to fight back.

Дописал в блокнот и кидаю в огонь
I finish writing in my notebook and throw it into the fire, knowing that my words will live on forever.

Так много банкнот, набиваю ладонь
I am surrounded by so much money that I must stuff it into my hand, knowing that wealth is not everything, but it helps to have some.

Я как твоя сигарета
I am like your cigarette, slowly killing you one breath at a time with my words.

Продолжаю убивать (окей)
I keep spitting fire, taking no prisoners, killing the game with each line.

Пепел раскидает ветром
My ashes fall with the wind, scattered by the breeze, but my legacy lives on.

Но меня им не забрать
Death cannot take me away, for I live on through my words.

Слишком давно в яме
I have been in this pit for too long, drowning in the darkness and depravity of St. Petersburg.

Она стала моим домом (what)
This city has become my home, my comfort, my Necropolis, where I am free to create and thrive.

Мы висим на храме
We hang on the walls of the temple, our music echoing through the halls of St. Petersburg.

Курим 10x комбо
We smoke 10x combo, letting the ganja take us to new heights of creativity and expression.

Трипы в катакомбах
We take trips in the catacombs, exploring the depths of St. Petersburg's dark history and legacy.

Сделал себя сам
I have made myself, created myself, and defined myself on my own terms, in my own image.

Словно самодельная бомба
I am like a homemade bomb, ready to explode and change the world with my words.

Я просыпаюсь так рано (эй)
I wake up early, before the rest of the world, ready to take on the day with my lyrical prowess.

Я просыпаюсь голодным
I wake up hungry, eager to devour the world with my rhymes and my passion.

И словом пишу полотна
I paint with my words, creating masterpieces of art and expression for all to see and hear.

Я выхожу на охоту
I hunt for my prey, seeking out injustice and oppression, ready to take it down with my lyrical prowess.

Мне надо набить эту сумку
I need to fill up this bag with my rhymes and my swagger, ready to take on the world one verse at a time.

На бите демоны звука
My beats are filled with the demons of sound, ready to tear apart the world and remake it in my own image.

Не тяни время и руку
Don't waste time or hesitate, seize the moment and take what's yours with both hands.

В руке дымится базука
I hold a smoking bazooka, ready to obliterate all who stand in my way with my music and my passion.

Колокола переплавили в пули
The bells of St. Petersburg have been melted down into bullets, and I am ready to fire them with my furious rhymes.

Кровавый пот на лице моих улиц
Blood, sweat, and tears stain the streets of St. Petersburg, but I am fearless and unafraid, ready to take on all comers.

Смоет дождём, я нарежу на дубли (slatt, slatt)
The rain will wash away the blood, but I keep grinding, cutting tracks and making copies, ready to take over the game.

Беру в прицел этот ё##ный улей
I take aim at this f###ed-up world, ready to fight back with my music and my mic.

Но не могу поймать фокус (фокус)
I can't catch my focus, my mind is scattered, but I keep on grinding, refusing to give up the fight.

Backwood — белый лотос (лотос)
My blunt is a white lotus, a symbol of peace and serenity in the midst of the chaos of St. Petersburg.

Вам придётся вскрыть мне горло
You'll have to slit my throat to take my voice, for I am a rebel with a cause, a firebrand spitting hot rhymes and passion.

Чтоб забрать мой голос (я-я)
If you want to silence me, you'll have to take me down, for my voice is strong and my words will live on forever.

Среди могильных плит
I walk amongst the tombstones, the dead and the buried, feeling at home in the Necropolis of St. Petersburg.

Могильный холод (холод, холод)
The cold of the grave chills me to the bone, but I am resilient, unafraid of death or the afterlife.

Гильзы рассыпаются по полу
The shells of my bullets fall to the ground, empty and spent, but my spirit and my passion live on.