The truth, not fiction, t. Oxxxymiron It’s all true, I bet you damn it I will! Bring it out into the open like a voodoo ritual. Truth, not fiction, this is my coat of arms

I'm not lying, I'm elite.
Yes, I am of noble blood, here is my coat of arms -
It has a duck and a linden tree on it
But besides, I’m almost a migrant worker,
After all, I am a ghostwriter for Kravets and Batista
I have performed hundreds of plays, including The Merchant of Venice.
I converted to Islam, here is the cross. I started smoking crack again
I passed the casting for a Western, expect a transfer to Black Star
I know the secrets of the occult and a pocket catapult,
I wrote this under a palm tree in Acapulco.
Everyone will deceive you again. Canning Town - Münchhausen,
I live at my uncle's penthouse.
An exemplary family man, one hundred percent Slavic,
Under a well-known pseudonym, he was famous before rap.
You borrowed money from a pawnshop, why?
One-two-three-nine is the PIN code for my debit card.

It's all true, I bet you damn it I will!
Bring it out into the open, like a voodoo ritual.
Truth, not fiction, only facts without impurities,
Will you bring out a lie detector?

It's all true, I bet you damn it I will!
Bring it out into the open, like a voodoo ritual.
Truth, not fiction, only facts without impurities,
Will you bring out a lie detector?

I once reconciled Kripple with SD.
This is not for the sake of rhyme, but the FSB is watching me.
Certified sommelier,
And you will see your ancestors in my apartment in desabilia.
One day I tried to eat a mouse.
In my first year I was recruited by MI6.
I culturally spat in the ballot box at any election, small urban,
Ahead of the TV screen is Ivan Urgant.
Rap.ru scared me after Ruma with bandits,
Lupercal speaks in runes and curse words,
Rough, true, radical abuse. And by the way, yes,
I never bluff, I don’t lie even in small details.
Survived the melancholy into the hands of Booking MAchine
Rights to all my tracks, I am the wise Haroun al Rashid.
This info is like an avalanche, it contains half the edges,
But you'll never know which one it is.

Oxxxymiron - Lie Detector (lyrics)

Will you bring out a lie detector?

I'm not lying, I'm elite.
Yes, I am of noble blood, here is my coat of arms -
It has a duck and a linden tree on it
But besides, I’m almost a migrant worker,
After all, I am a ghostwriter for Kravets and Batista
I have performed hundreds of plays, including The Merchant of Venice.
I converted to Islam, here is the cross. I started smoking crack again
I passed the casting for a Western, expect a transfer to Black Star
I know the secrets of the occult and a pocket catapult,
I wrote this under a palm tree in Acapulco.
Everyone will deceive you again. Canning Town - Münchhausen,
I live at my uncle's penthouse.
An exemplary family man, one hundred percent Slavic,
Under a well-known pseudonym, he was famous before rap.
You borrowed money from a pawnshop, why?
One-two-three-nine is the PIN code for my debit card.

It's all true, I bet you damn it I will!
Bring it out into the open, like a voodoo ritual.
Truth, not fiction, only facts without impurities,
Will you bring out a lie detector?

It's all true, I bet you damn it I will!
Bring it out into the open, like a voodoo ritual.
Truth, not fiction, only facts without impurities,
Will you bring out a lie detector?

I once reconciled Kripple with SD.
This is not for the sake of rhyme, but the FSB is watching me.
Certified sommelier,
And you will see your ancestors in my apartment in desabilia.
One day I tried to eat a mouse.
In my first year I was recruited by MI6.
I culturally spat in the ballot box at any election, small urban,
Ahead of the TV screen is Ivan Urgant.
Rap.ru scared me after Ruma with bandits,
Lupercal speaks in runes and curse words,
Rude, right-wing abuse. And by the way, yes,
I never bluff, I don’t lie even in small details.
Out of boredom, I decided to give it to Booking MAchine
Rights to all my tracks, I am the wise Haroun al Rashid.
This information is like an avalanche, half of it is lies,
But you'll never know which one it is.

It's all true, I bet you
fuck I will.

Truth, not fiction,
only facts without impurities,
Will you bring out a lie detector?

I'm not lying, I'm elite.
Yes, I am of noble blood, here is my coat of arms -
There is a duck and a linden tree on it,
But besides, I’m almost a migrant worker,
After all, I am a ghostwriter for Kravets and Batista.

I have performed hundreds of plays, including The Merchant of Venice.
I converted to Islam, here is the cross. I started smoking crack again
I passed the casting for a Western, expect a transfer to Black Star
I know the secrets of the occult and a pocket catapult,
I wrote this under a palm tree in Acapulco.
Everyone will deceive you again. Canning Town - Münchhausen,
I live at my uncle's penthouse.
An exemplary family man, one hundred percent Slavic,
Under a well-known pseudonym, he was famous before rap.
You borrowed money from a pawnshop, why?
One-two-three-nine is the PIN code for my debit card.

Bring it out into the open like a voodoo ritual.

Will you bring out a lie detector?

It's all true, I bet you damn it I will!
Bring it out into the open like a voodoo ritual.
Truth, not fiction, only facts without impurities,
Will you bring out a lie detector?

I once reconciled Kripple with SD.
This is not for the sake of rhyme, but the FSB is watching me.
Certified sommelier,
And you will see your ancestors in my apartment in Disabile.
One day I tried to eat a mouse.
In my first year I was recruited by MI6.
I culturally spat in the ballot box at any election, small urban,
Ahead of the TV screen is Ivan Urgant.
Rap.ru scared me after Ruma with bandits,
Lupercal speaks in runes and curse words,
Crude right-wing radical abuse. And by the way, yes,
I never bluff, I don’t lie even in small details.
Out of boredom, I decided to give it to the Booking Machine
Rights to all my tracks, I am the wise Haroun al Rashid.
This information is like an avalanche, half of it is lies,
But you'll never know which one it is.

G.k. This is all true, I"ll give the tooth,
fucking will.

Truth, not fiction,
just the facts without impurities,
Vyvezesh lie detector?

I do not lie, I - the elite.
Yes, I am of noble blood, here's my coat of arms -
It's duck and lime,
But though I almost Gastarbeiter,
After all, I gostrayter for Kravets with Batista.

I played hundreds of plays, including & The Merchant of Venice & quot ;.
I converted to Islam, these are the cross. I again began to smoke crack,
I was casting for the western, expected transfer to Black Star
Spoken occult mysteries and pocket catapult
I wrote it under a palm tree in Acapulco.
You again deceived everything. Canning Town - Myunghauzen,
I live with his uncle in the attic.
Family-Oriented, one hundred percent Slav,
Under the pen name was known to rap famous.
You borrowed money at a pawn shop, why?
One -two-three - nine - PIN to my debit card.

Bring to clean water, as voodoo ritual.

Vyvezesh lie detector?

It"s all true, I give those tooth fucking going !
Bring to clean water, as voodoo ritual.
Truth, not fiction, just the facts without impurities,
Vyvezesh lie detector?

I reconciled once Cripple with diabetes.
It is not for the sake of rhyme, but I was being followed by the FSB.
A certified sommelier,
And you will see your grandparents in my apartment in dizabile.
Once I tried the mouse is.
In my first year I was recruited MI6.
I am in any election cultural spit in the trash, small urban,
In front of the TV screen - Ivan Urgant.
Rep.ru frightened me after bandyukov Ruma,
Lupercal speaks runes yes Matyuk,
Rough right-wing insults. And by the way, yes,
I"m not bluffing never, I"m not lying, even in small details.
I'm bored decided to give into the hands of Booking Machine
Rights to all my tracks, I"m wise Haroun al Raschid.
This infa - like an avalanche, it lies half
But you"ll never know what it was.