Oxxxymiron - City under the sole, chords. City under the sole of oxymiron Song of oxymiron city under the sole
Whether it is Don or the Volga flows. A knapsack - 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 did not count.
Long dusty chees, the van is full of boxes of merchandise.
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable.
There are two ways for the minstrel: a corporate party or a home party.
The schemes are of the same type. Everyone is MC now.
After giving birth to a change, we have reached a paradigm shift here,
Now rap is multiparty. Having spawned the battles,
I look in the mirror like "How many troubles 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.
Assemble the judgment, but the winners are not judged.
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we made it into the people.
Don’t shit! I put on you, servants, five times,
After all, we protrude strongly, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus.
Past the poplars and ripe bread of the fields,
Where are the ghosts of Yesenin, the cross, the prayer service, the oil.
From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it.
We will overcome everything, if not, then I am not Aquarius.
Our land drowns singles like puppies.
He was a stranger, but Okhra, Porchi, Ilya are more than a family.
I made up a bomb at night to eat urine.
I so wanted to belong to something greater than me.
The world is empty, at least get to know every second person.
I am not a biorobot with a positive lyba of a Komsomol member.
Hey! Deliver me from your panacea.
Homemade Paracelsus, because for me fucking is an end in itself.
Are you tired of it? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark, as a standard.
A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad.
Passports, pop music, snapped up.
At least on the Moscow Ring Road "at the start, at least on Madagascar. (You know!)
All my rap, in short, is about the fact that
Already what year, which city is under the sole.
Up the hill when rushing. Then downhill when you feel sick.
I'm not like Gulliver, but still the city under the sole.
The city under the sole, the city under the sole.
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.
I do not know whether this path is ford or to the bottom.
You live under the thumb, I have a city under the sole.
Let the strength here not collapse and not 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 the soundboard.
Again fucking sleepy, again getting up before dark.
Again the armored man, again the road, the bag behind his back.
All hastily, the field is shit, rain, cloudy.
Bridge to Asgard - after, let him just be lucky with transport.
I make every verse a self-portrait.
An hour to check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marathon.
Stencil on the parapets: the logo on the wall is everywhere.
My teachings are 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, the "Good" mark.
They used to say, "I wouldn't 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, is about the fact that
Already what year, which city is under the sole.
Up the hill when rushing. Then downhill when you feel sick.
I'm not like Gulliver, but still the city under the sole.
The city under the sole, the city under the sole.
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs.
I do not know whether this path is ford or to the bottom.
You live under the thumb, I have a city under the sole.
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Whether it is Don or the Volga flows. A knapsack - on the shoulder Pain in the chest - there is a secret, opened with a crowbar, not a key How many miles? The short flight didn’t count. Long dusty chache, the van was packed with boxes of merchandise. Everything is now MC After all, having spawned a change, we have achieved a paradigm shift here. Now rap is multiparty. Having spawned battles I look in the mirror like "How many troubles have you done !?" I would enslave the whole rap, but all the time on the way The industry has a nervous tic, valocordin - angina Collect the court, but the winners are not judged We are the first Cro-Magnons - we got out into the people Don't fuck! I put on you, servants, five times After all, we act strongly, like the jaw of a Pithecanthropus All my rap, in short, about the fact that Already which year, which city is under the sole Up the hill, when rushing. Then downhill, when I'm sick I'm not like Gulliver, but still the city under the sole The city under the sole, the city under the sole Traffic lights, state duties, taxes and customs I do not know whether this path is ford or to the bottom You live under my thumb, I have - the city under the sole Past the poplars and ripe bread of the fields Where the ghosts of Yesenin, the cross, the prayer service, the oil From the minivan I see the earth, I see the sky above it We will overcome everything, if not, then I am not Aquarius Our land drowns singles like puppies Was a stranger, but Okhra , Damage, Ilya - more than the family Bombu composed at night that he was filling with urine I wanted so much to belong to something bigger than me The world is empty, at least get to know every second person I'm not a biorobot with a positive lyba of the Komsomol member AY! Deliver me from your panaceas Home Paracelsus, because for me fucking is an end in itself. We don't give a shit, Tony Stark as standard. A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad Passports, pop noise, snapped up At least on the Moscow Ring Road "at the start, at least to Madagascar (You know!) All my rap, in short, about the fact that which year, which city is under the sole Up the hill, when rushing Then downhill, when I'm sick, I'm not like Gulliver, but still a city under a sole A city under a sole, a city under a sole Traffic lights, state duties, taxes and customs me - the city under the sole Give me strength here, do not turn and do not break There is a route and there is a settlement on the highway And they are waiting for us there today. again the road, the bag - behind the back Everything hastily, the field is shit, rain, cloudy Bridge to Asgard - after, let it just be lucky with transport I make each of my verses a self-portrait An hour for a check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marafet Stencil on the parapets: logo on the wall everywhere to Magomed with Baphomet Am I a star? Give a warm blanket and a hood Napkins to wipe your ass - and that's it, mark "Good" Previously they said "I wouldn't go on exploration with him." briefly, about the fact that which year, which city is under the sole Up the hill, when rushing. Then downhill, when I'm sick I'm not like Gulliver, but still the city under the sole The city under the sole, the city under the sole Traffic lights, state duties, taxes and customs I do not know whether this path is ford or to the bottom You live under my thumb, I have - the city under the sole My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road
Oksimiron's song "The City under the Sole" is in the spotlight, out of comparison with other rappers, compositions and video clips. Critics, including home-grown ones, often accuse the performer of the similarity of the main ideas of creativity with Eminem. Let's leave the guru of this musical style alone. There are parallels to a certain extent, because they both write and perform rap. So at least they are similar, like the Don and the Volga, mentioned in the song "City under the sole". So, only music online: exclusively Oksimiron and its composition.
Travel notes from the rapper
Everything that is hidden from the audience who comes to the concerts is told without embellishment and "cuts". Therefore, in a number of lines of the composition "City under the sole" obscene language is used, which is very characteristic of the rap style.
In order to get to the fans, Oksimiron and his team cover thousands of kilometers.
They exchanged home comfort for bus seats, communication with relatives - for concert venues with enthusiastic spectators.
The performer didn't just rhyme the traveler's notes and added a rocking beat to them. In the song "City under the Sole," he manages to express his attitude to the multi-party trend, to fellow rappers who choose between the well-fed corporate life and creative development at home.
The rapper proclaims that he has a city under the sole, while other guys are under the thumb, because his fate has endowed him with endless transfers between settlements, regardless of their size, as part of touring tours.
An ironic sound to the text is given by the proximity of scientific words with specific slang, as well as the mention of the rapper's zodiacal sign and an extremely unassuming rider (requirements for concert organizers). Thanks to this, the composition "City under the sole" does not seem too pretentious.
Oksimiron is confident that thanks to the personal qualities and cohesion of his team, which he considers more than a family, they will be able to overcome all difficulties. At the same time, the rapper warns that the selection for a person to become "his" is rather strict. 
Tours without embellishment in the video "City under the sole"
The energetic video sequence immerses the audience in the artists' life for just 4 minutes: the bus, the dressing room, the corridors, the stage, the hotel rooms. It seems that not everything is so fabulous, and the performances are hard work, with a short rest after the performances in the company of beauties.
High quality editing makes transitions from one location to another almost invisible, and this enhances the impression of the clip. The footage of the video "The City under the Sole" is replaced with dizzying speed. Here the singer is in a modest hotel, and opening the door immediately gets on the bus to the rest of the musicians, or catches a banana thrown to him in the transport while already in the dressing room. There are a lot of such examples - they are just worth seeing. The number of people on the screen is constantly increasing and this adds dynamism.
The video "City under the sole" turned out to be really frantic due to the frames with the audience. The rapper's fans, as if spellbound, move in accordance with the rhythm of the music. Enchanting support of the audience is expressed in the footage with a fragment of stage diving, when Oksimiron hovers on their outstretched arms.
The repeated repetition of the phrase "City under the sole" in combination with the swaying music introduces a kind of trance. It is not surprising that online music after listening accompanies any walk along the street, because in the head the refrain sounds "The city under the sole."
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The song, which is already well known to the visitors of the artist's concerts, was only officially released 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 Kiev, 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)
Director - Martim Condeixa
Producer - Dmitry Muravyov
Art director - Petr Bondarenko
Director of photography - Leandro Ferrão
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[Verse 1]
Whether it is Don or the Volga flows. A knapsack - on the shoulder
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 chase, the van is full of boxes of merchandise
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable
Minstrel - two ways: corporate or apartment house
The schemes are of the same type. Everybody is now MC
After giving birth to a change, we have reached a paradigm shift here
Now rap is multiparty. Battles having spawned
I look in the mirror like "How many troubles have you done !?"
I would enslave all rap, but all the time on the way
The industry has a nervous tic, valocordin - angina pectoris
Assemble the judgment, but the winners are not judged
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we made it to the people
Don’t shit! I put on you, servants, fivefold
After all, we protrude strongly, like the jaw of a pithecanthropus
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Past the poplars and the ripe bread of the fields
Where are Yesenin's ghosts, cross, 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 Aquarius
Our land drowns loners like puppies
Was a stranger, but Okhra, Porchi, Ilya - more than a family
I made up a bomb at night that I filled it with urine
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me
The world is empty, at least get to know every second person
I am not a biorobot with a positive lyba of a Komsomol member
AY! Deliver me from your panacea
Home Paracelsus, because for me * bash is an end in itself
Are you tired of it? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark as standard
A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskabad
Passports, pop music, snapped up
At least on the Moscow Ring Road "at the start, at least on Madagascar (You know!)
[Chorus]
All my rap, in short, is about the fact that
Which year, which city is under the sole
Up the hill when rushing. Then downhill when you feel sick
I'm not that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don’t know if this path is ford or to the bottom
You live under the thumb, I have a city under the sole
[Verse 3]
Give me strength here, do not collapse and break
There is a route and there is a settlement on the route
And they are waiting for us there today. Whiner, don't be feminine
Ruslan's soundtrack for the journey
Bloo sleepy again, wake up again before dark
Again the armor, again the road, the bag behind the back
Everything hastily, it's shit in the field, it's raining, it's cloudy
Bridge to Asgard - after, just get lucky with transport
I make every verse a self-portrait
One hour to check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marathon
Stencil on the parapets: the logo on the wall is everywhere
My teachings are for everyone, like Magomed and 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 (Houmi, know!)
[Chorus]
My rap, in short, about what
Which year, which city is under the sole
Up the hill when rushing. Then downhill when you feel sick
I'm not that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don’t know if this path is ford or to the bottom
You live under the thumb, I have a city under the sole
WATCH THE VIDEO OF THE LIVE PERFORMANCE!
Oxxxymiron - City under the sole.
September 2015.
City under the sole
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“City under the sole” - from Oksimiron for all fans!
Video made and produced by Fancy Shot
Director - Martim Condeixa
Producer - Dmitry Muravyov
Art director - Petr Bondarenko
Director of photography - Leandro Ferrão
[Verse 1]
Whether it is Don or the Volga flows. A knapsack - on the shoulder
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 chase, the van is full of boxes of merchandise
We believe - lucky, our beds are portable
Minstrel - two ways: corporate or apartment house
The schemes are of the same type. Everybody is now MC
After giving birth to a change, we have reached a paradigm shift here
Now rap is multiparty. Battles having spawned
I look in the mirror like "How many troubles have you done !?"
I would enslave all rap, but all the time on the way
The industry has a nervous tic, valocordin - angina pectoris
Assemble the judgment, but the winners are not judged
We are the first Cro-Magnons - we made it to the people
Don’t shit! I put on you, servants, fivefold
After all, we protrude strongly, like the jaw of a pithecanthropus
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Past the poplars and the ripe bread of the fields
Where are Yesenin's ghosts, cross, 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 Aquarius
Our land drowns loners like puppies
Was a stranger, but Okhra, Porchi, Ilya - more than a family
I made up a bomb at night that I filled it with urine
I so wanted to belong to something bigger than me
The world is empty, at least get to know every second person
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I am not a biorobot with a positive lyba of a Komsomol member
AY! Deliver me from your panacea
Home Paracelsus, because for me * bash is an end in itself
Are you tired of it? We don't give a shit, Tony Stark as standard
A couple of countries, freeways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskabad
Passports, pop music, snapped up
At least on the Moscow Ring Road "at the start, at least on Madagascar (You know!)
[Chorus]
All my rap, in short, is about the fact that
Which year, which city is under the sole
Up the hill when rushing. Then downhill when you feel sick
I'm not that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don’t know if this path is ford or to the bottom
You live under the thumb, I have a city under the sole
[Verse 3]
Give me strength here, do not collapse and break
There is a route and there is a settlement on the route
And they are waiting for us there today. Whiner, don't be feminine
Ruslan's soundtrack for the journey
Bloo sleepy again, wake up again before dark
Again the armor, again the road, the bag behind the back
Everything hastily, it's shit in the field, it's raining, it's cloudy
Bridge to Asgard - after, just get lucky with transport
I make every verse a self-portrait
One hour to check, we rap like a speech therapist under a marathon
Stencil on the parapets: the logo on the wall is everywhere
My teachings are for everyone, like Magomed and 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 (Houmi, know!)
[Chorus]
My rap, in short, about what
Which year, which city is under the sole
Up the hill when rushing. Then downhill when you feel sick
I'm not that Gulliver, but still the city under the sole
The city under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state duties, fees and customs
I don’t know if this path is ford or to the bottom
You live under the thumb, I have a city under the sole
WATCH THE VIDEO OF THE LIVE PERFORMANCE!
