[Text of the song "Beads" ft. Scriptonite]

[Verse 1: ATL]
I was an alien for your breed
Like a Snowman, 'cause no one believed
We were sweating over needless couplets
And now we gonna hit over heads with subtexts

Nothing could make me leave the darkness (uh-huh)
I lived without name and face regardless
Now every mare wants me to milk grabbing her udder
But, Buddy, do better to barter me for anybody

So now they want our stuff, become like us
Be careful, boy-scout, getting under fur of monster
Who loses sleep for slanting decent rhymes
And then crawl into the mic to bare his teeth and gums

I'm gonna fly into these beat and bass
And then I'm gonna roll you like these blunt wraps
It is not Bigbon or Vyatsky kvass - it's a mess
And we all gonna start this fucking dance

Dancing creatures in night clubs plus
Psychostimulants and drugs
But rap became oralcular without this stuff
Through airborne transmission by word of mouth
Catch you up in caterings
People, here are my writings
I hope, you don't take it amiss
Piggies, here are my pearl beads!

[Bridge: ATL]
Here are my pearl beads, people
Here are my pearl beads!
Here are my pearl beads, piggies
Here are my pearl beads, piggies
Here are my pearl beads, people
Here are my pearl beads!
Here are my pearl beads, piggies
Here are my pearl beads, piggies

[Verse 2: Scriptonite]
However I'm dying for rising, however feel fire in throat
I still wanna strike up songs, not strike a light under oars
I thought, it was the luck of the draw
'Cause they had much more things that don't even suit me at all
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Where will I find my own hands (hands, hands)
Hands remember lineaments which are more precious than all their banknotes
Do you think, it's the luck of the draw?
[?]
'Cause you're powerful like that fucking Mustang
And awesome like Rolls Royce Phantom
And now in the prime of your life
But I see peers growing old in no time
They told me: "Nothing is sacred"
But I saw, I can touch but don't dare
[?]
Where were they all, when I spilled petrol at a gas station
When after my studies, there was nothing at all
Only one small sheet of paper
When people in our khetto didn't fully know
What the real cash is
We remember all those who have left
And remember all those who have stayed
Y'know, I even have friends from the first crash pad
But have no friends from the first grade
I'm in bathroom; and I'm so used to shaving my head, but I'm so tired
I'm 24 and I'm just a boy, no, my sweetie, I'm not fucking exhausted, I carry on!
Everything that I have, all that I've still got:
[Chorus: Scriptonite]
My family, brothers and fantasy, I take them with me and I go along
I carry on; all that I've still got:
My family, brothers and fantasy
I take them with me and I go along
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