Lyrics Oxxxymiron - Я и есть рэп

I leave home at seven in the morning
A diploma in one pocket and a hole in another
I sit smoking in the playground
I dreamed of happiness in childhood, but hopes are so shaky
Weather forecaster: instead of the sun, it drizzles
People tell me, "Oxy, grow up!"
But I would rather grow my nails
And with GAZPROM-CITY I would be in a Hello Kitty suit,
God sees
That so tried to adapt, to be like everyone else
Just like a classmate, friend or neighbor
But there's something wrong with me
I am 23, but I am developing with difficulty, like a darned flag
I was raised by mother and grandmother in a greenhouse
And life threw, like pebbles on the river
And leaving behind them these circles of hell
He said to himself "go ahead, you need more than others"

I am all that you have believed in all these years:
Concerts, labels, bands, collections, albums.
I am all this, all the rest is nonsense,
I am rap, man, I am rap. (X2)

I became a star thanks to talent, not a wallet,
I achieved fame as befits a man
By showing how cool rap can be in Russian
No nonsense about max and no snot on the river.
I didn’t sell my ass like a league, I didn’t betray my friends like sheff,
I remained the same labor, with the same flame in my soul.
I’m not a daddy’s son and not a production project.
My success is my merit, I am synonymous with the word “rap”.
What I was afraid to think about, I said to the whole country,
Alone declaring all fake mc war alone.
I trampled loud rap names in the mud
Changing hip-hop in Russia once and for all.
I'm real, I made my way into the box myself
My tracks make my heart beat faster
I am the voice of the streets, the pride of the streets, the streets are me
I didn’t choose Russian rap, Russian rap chose me!

I am all that you have believed in all these years:
Concerts, labels, bands, collections, albums.
I am all this, all the rest is nonsense,
I am rap, man, I am rap.

I am not smeared, I am clean, I did not go through rap music.
I made myself, you made shafts, a loser.
Give me my respect, no more no less.
My father is not a businessman from Prague, hear, Menshikov!
I know why you don't consider me a friend
After all, my father does not own an rnb club.
I know why next radio doesn't like me,
Because I'm reading my own, not someone’s text.
This is worse than jealousy. Vlad of Caste is right.
Give me my respect, I'm a bone-breaker and a chiropractor.
My father is not a professor, I did not graduate,
But unlike you, in my blood there is combustible jus.
I know what gnaws you, I know what soars you,
You are soared that the first issue is a Belarus guy.
I have come to you in peace, but now I will give you fire.
I didn’t choose Russian rap - Russian rap chose me