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Here is a collection of poems by the Russian poet and engineer Konstantin Voskresenskiy, who is known to Russian and English-speaking audiences
Office anyplace in the free
World must make obeisance to God
Or risk immediate opprobrium our
Press accurately reflects the religious
Nature of our society
brains
Nigga and that's on my dead homies, nigga
You know how I'm rocking, nigga
I'm Tadoe, nigga
I'm out here everyday, nigga
Menace to society like
but still we try to find our zen
I know anxiety is eyein' me so violetly
And society is testing me on sobriety
So much that my drive, already died in me
The Russians seem to be that way
We love them like we love D. Kaye
We need no money, we get it for free
We are the high-high-high society
We are the jet
arms and he's in mine
We should make it to the show on time
Sitting in the 15th row
Oh baby, I love you so
We are the jet set society
We are
Society is in on this game but we knowing they will still lose
Goose is here don't be obtuse
This a game and you know you got to choose
Russian roulette you
Russian yo word come to pass
Somebody bad mine di boss
Bad mine cyan get me down
Mi cyan stop caw mi don't know how
Port more down town up town
To wake up early in the morning keeping your Russian tea
Keeping your Russian tea
Yesterday I have seen the doctor
He said to me, that I am just in time
spreads this earthly cancer
And so an answer I sought and it dawned on me
What is the goal of a growing economy
To help ease the lives of society
To keep
macht nix (macht nix)
Russian Stacks in den Kerosinbehältern
M wird sich für keinen hier verändern
High-Society
Pures Weißgold
Un-un-ungestrecktes
The slaughter of ethnic Albanians by search continues in Kosovo
Society without government.
Streets of Miami's Little Havana collided with thousands
knowing how to deal
Interrupting live, like you never learned to feel
All that unenlightened, sitting looking like a meal
That's why the Russian's got you,
through
Russian rap in English is something new
A society ordered the music on YouTube
There must be chainsaw featuring Nikita Litvinkov
Fuck one, fuck
anarchists.
They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions.
Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes,
that is only a few miles in the sky
Where stealth rocket ships horizontally fly
Traditional ufo's and orbs were Russian spies
But the most sci fi is
They was on the ground
They wouldn't gimme no peace
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society
I got me a secret
They wus on the ground.
They wouldn't gimme no peace...
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society,
I got me a secret
Who will take care of the russians when they can not breath
If we open our mouths they won't allow us to exist
Think about us
Think about me
Now i
into a coffin, trust
I won't for apologize for nothing, anti-social when it comes to all discussions
Prisoner of my winter palace every time i'm Russian
Russian kosmonaüt the pride
Of the Soviet society
c group of elite space soldiers
Genetically devised to instaurate
The komunissm regime through
order to precipitate a totally cashless society?
What they're planning to do
And they've already tested it on the American troops
They're gonna
a totally cashless society�
What they're planning to do
And they've already tested it on the American troops
They're gonna subcutaneously laser-tattoo
That
My beloved departed starets
classical antiquity sunsets
they dance across the blessed Russian steppe of the night
just to read in the bright blue
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