You didn't pass the test, you know. Line-by-line critical* analysis of the musical work “City Under the Sole” by Oxxxymiron

A#m Don, whether the Volga flows - a knapsack on the shoulder, A#m Pain in the chest - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key. F# How many more miles, a short flight did not count, F# Long dusty scratch, van full of boxes of merch. A#m We believe - lucky, our beds are portable. A#m There are two ways for a minstrel - a corporate party or an apartment building. F# The schemes are the same, everyone is now an MC, after all, F# Having created a shift, we have achieved a paradigm shift here. A#m Now rap is multi-party, having spawned battles, A#m I look in the mirror like, "How much trouble have you done!" F# I would have enslaved all rap, but all the time on the road, F# The industry has a nervous tick - valocordin angina pectoris A#m Gather the court, but the winners are not judged. A#m We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have become people. F# Don't fuck, I'm betting on you, servants, five times, F# Because we protrude strongly, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus. A#m All my rap, in short, about the fact that A#m F# F# A#m A#m F# F# A#m Past the poplars, and the ripe bread of the fields, A#m Where is Yesenin's ghost, a cross, a prayer service, oil. F# From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it. F# We will overcome everything, if not, then I'm not an Aquarius. A#m Our land drowns singles like puppies, A#m He was a stranger, but Okhra, Porchi, Ilya are more than a family. F# He composed a bomb at night that he stuffed urine, F# I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me. A#m The world is empty, at least get acquainted with every second, A#m I am not a biorobot with a positive look of a Komsomol member. F# Ehh ... Deliver me from your panacea, home Paracelsus, F# After all, for me to fuck is an end in itself. A#m Tired - we don't give a shit, Tony Stark as the standard, A#m A couple of countries, highways: Krasnodar, Tatarstan, F# Moskvabad. Passports are in great demand for us, F# At least along the Moscow Ring Road to the start, at least to Madagascar. A#m You know, all my rap, in short, is about the fact that A#m Already which year which city is under the sole. F# Uphill when rushing, then downhill when sick, F# I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole. A#m City under the sole, city under the sole, A#m Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs. F# I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom, F# You live under a heel, I have a city under my sole. A#m Give strength here not to collapse and not break. There is a route A#m And there is a settlement on the highway, and they are waiting for us there today. F# Whine, don't be feminine F# Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey in his deck. A#m Again the fuck is asleep, again the rise is dark, A#m Again bronik, again the road, a bag behind his back. F# Everything hastily, if shit, rain, overcast. F# Bridge to Asgard after, let them just be lucky with transport. A#m I make every verse a self-portrait A#m Often a check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marathon. F# Stencil on the parapets, logo on the wall, F# Everywhere my teaching to everyone is like Mohammed with Baphomet. A#m I am a star? Give me a warm blanket and a hood A#m Wipe your ass with napkins - and that's it, the mark is "good." F# They used to say "I would not go on reconnaissance with him" - F# I didn’t go on tour with you, you didn’t pass the test. A#m Homie, know my rap, in short, about what A#m Already which year which city is under the sole. F# Uphill when rushing, then downhill when sick, F# I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under the sole. A#m City under the sole, city under the sole, A#m Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs. F# I don't know if this path is ford or at the bottom, F# You live under the heel, I have the city under the sole

Whether Don, whether Volga flows -
shoulder bag,
Chest pain - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key
How many more miles? The short flight did not count,
long dusty ches, the van is stuffed with 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 now MC,
after all, having created a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here:
Now rap is multi-party, spawning battles,
I look in the mirror like "how much trouble you have done!".
I would have enslaved all rap, but all the time on the road,
the industry has a nervous tic, volacardine - angina pectoris
gather the court, but the winners are not judged,
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we have become people,
Don't fuck with me, I'm betting on you, servants, five times, because
we protrude strongly, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus!

Whole

Past the poplars and the ripe bread of the fields,
Where is Yesenin's ghost, cross, prayer, 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 Earth drowns singles like puppies,
Was a stranger, but Okhra, Corruption, Ilya is 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 to know each other,
I'm 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, highways, Krasnodar, Tatarstan,
Moskvabad, passports,
din of the stage, like hot cakes,
at least on the Moscow Ring Road to the start
even to Madagascar
(You know everything)

My rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole,
Uphill when rushing, 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 to ford or to the bottom,
You live under a heel, I have a city under my sole.

Give strength here
Don't twist or break
there is a route and there is a settlement on the highway,
And they are waiting for us there today, whiner, don’t be feminine ...
Ruslan has soundtracks for the journey in his deck,
Fucking asleep again
Rising light again
Bronik again, road again,
bag on the back,
everything hastily, shit in the field, rain, cloudy,
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:
The logo on the wall is everywhere, my teaching is for everyone, like Mohammed with Baphomet,
I am 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
Homey know

My rap, in short, about the fact that
Already which year which city is under the sole,
Uphill when rushing, 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 to ford or to the bottom,
You live under a heel, I have a city under my sole.

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The song, which is already well known to visitors to the artist's concerts, was officially released only on September 21, 2015. Together with the premiere of the new video, the details of the concert mini-tour of the same name with stops in Kyiv, Voronezh, Volgograd, Saratov, Samara, Ufa, Yekaterinburg, Krasnoyarsk, Novosibirsk were announced.

"City under the sole" - from Oksimiron for all fans!

Video made and produced by Fancy Shot (fancyshot.com)
Directed by Martim Condeixa
Producer - Dmitry Muravyov
Art director - Petr Bondarenko
Director of photography - Leandro Ferrão
Lyrics on site!

[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
I'm not a biorobot with a positive lyba Komsomol member
AY! Deliver me from your panacea
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 am 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

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Oxxxymiron - City under the sole.
September, 2015.

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 all, having generated 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 am 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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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 all, having generated 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 am 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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