Nation for My Nation

Ah yeah, yeah. Ah yeah. Here is the story about situation in modern Russian Music. Check it out. Huh, introducing me as Alexey the Pavlov. That's my second name and I'm MC. Moscow, the place where I am living, Chilling with fellows in the deep caves. Here is 20 millions of population, What makes one-tenth of the whole my nation. Here are lots of bands and some of them Big. But they're weak 'cause they're sick, 'cause They don't feel the rhythm. And any band from US can defeat them. Because rhythm is the heart, rhythm is the soul. Rhythm is the groove and I can prove to You that the rhythm is my source of the Earth. Of course, God has created the sound in The Universe. And we can use it, but don't Whimsically waste it. So try to understand, Try to taste it. I can play rock, But I prefer hip-hop. Because funky sound is closer to the ground. In my music is the place where rhythm can Be found. Rhythm is the only remedy for your Sickness, for your musical weakness, for your Rhythmical meekness. Here comes my music. Yeah. Feel it. Uh. Don't stay put when you hear my sound. Stomp your feet a little bit to the ground. Snap your fingers, knock your head to this. Feel the groove, start to move real slow. Let the music flow with a flood of my Words in succession. I leave it to your discretion. Yeah, under auditive thrashing. Ooh. And this is how the story goes. I can do you up, but you, do not Get down. Down, down, down until you drown in The miracle sound. Marvelous sound, magnificent sound, And splendid sound. Hip-hop sound, MC Pavlov s-sound. Somehow, whatever, or nevertheless, my broken Language still can impress as-my music and as My groove. Guess, guess who's talking to you. That's me, that's me. The funky to beast, the Honest, the best. Dig it the East, dig it The, dig it the West. Dig it the next. This music I'm posed to boast of those. The rappers, my friends, and super musicians who I Play and work in any positions. Yeah. For rappers to chill and for suckers to Learn. So let me, let me, let me go On. And this is how the story goes. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. The definition of a groove. Yo, my story goes on and on and on And How the story goes. Till the break of dawn. Check it out. Get up, get up, don't stop, one-two, one-two. Pavlov's in the house, so you know what you Gotta do. I'm coming off right into your speaker. Making us and Russian suckers' bands feel weaker. Hey, ho, hip-hop. Hey, ho, hip-hop. Hey, ho, hip-hop. Hip-hop, hip. Hey, hey. Ho, hip-hop. Hey, Ho, hip-hop. Hey, hey. Ho, hip-hop. Hip-hop, Let's sing a little. Hey, you dumb suckers from whole Russia. You don't feel my music, so you better rush To the conclusion that you're an illusion. And here is solution to make good execution to You. 'Cause you're sick and you gotta cure yourself. You blind, dumb, stupid mother Ass. And I can't tolerate that you can't designate The good from bad, the bad from good. And you should listen to my groove to be Cured, understood? 'Cause I am Doctor Rhythm and my Destination, to rock, to drop, to pump, Pump my nation. Yo, I'm sorry to be hard on you like This. But without my punch, you can't get a Release. So please. Ooh, Ooh. Ah yeah. Slowly but surely, I finished my story. And now. Ooh. This is how the story goes. Ooh. And this is how the story Goes. Ooh. And this is how the story goes. This is how the story goes. This is how the story goes. Bring the beat Back. The definition of a groove. A definition of a groove. A definition of a groove.