Восточный Мордор [Vostochnyj Mordor] [English translation]

I am not just a rude loudmouth

I am my own Plutarch:

So these are my chronicles. You want different flow styles?

I got nine of them, so you can just call me Wu-Tang.

You might have taken Alamut, but I won't go down.

And I am not a criminal, though even a child here can sell you a gram.

Half of them are named 'Khan' and if someone is Kurt,

he is no Vonnegut.

I am not a racist, cross my heart, but every other one here is orangutan.

Everywhere there's sin, Bollywood, trash - this is E16 1 - all the nations mixed, Bangladesh, vietnamese, tons of moms at 16, and a white man is like a mutant.

Yes, this is my home - its not your St Petersburg with your Beatles on repeat, so i shit on you guys.

'Cause for some Borat - Jupiter.

And for others Bruno - Mars.

Me- i am making drum'n'bass, dubstep, grime and not some girly rap.

Though in your secret society's eyes it probably won't give me extra points or Blavatsky status.

I just want to hijack pepelats 2, fly away from all this whoring, but looks like i'm addicted to you like an amstaff to 'Attack!' or a yankee to fast food.

Yes, i want to snatch all the riches, but to hell with your parade of gay bitches- be a shepherd of followers, caressed by the ruling power?

I'd rather endure train-transfer at Plaistow.

All your words to me - are like water off of duck's back.

When i'll get closer to fifty, only then i'll fade away.

If you don't live here, the meaning of grime you can't see - but i am from these streets where this grime was conceived.

And here it didn't die down- this is edge of Eastside, not the north of Chaim and Isaac.

Your crew isn't Druz team 3 but a daycare playgroup.

Meanwhile i re-imagined myself, putting together all the pieces of me.

This is eastern London, for us, its like our parents' household.

But forget about its postcard face -you would feel very badly here, when in the blackest night i will take you through this Eastern Mordor.

Locked-up city will then come alive in the gutters and sewers, in the holes of its bar windows.

E2-E4, 4 are its postcodes and not a move against the blacks of which there are swarming hordes here.

They're attracted by the juicy morsels, just like us back in '94 when i was still a useless no-one.

The sweatshirt's hood is bordered in black, and everyone wants not just a piece, but the whole damn cake.

Everywhere there's Satan's handwriting, and under his drum-roll my spine and ribs are cracking.

You want a big payout and not London of Jam, so again you have a jealousy fit.

Looks like you've stolen everything, but know that every track of mine gives birth to a new genre.

We create new styles here like China prints money.

And say Oi not when something is dropped but when someone is hustled.

1. E16 - postal code of east London 2. pepelats- flying saucer-like machine of aliens from the cult movie Kin Dza Dza 3. Druz - captain of famous winning russian trivia-quiz show team 4. E2-E4 - in chess, the usual opening move of the whites

• Artist:Oxxxymiron
• Album:Вечный жид (2011)