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* А и великие, могучие герои в мире нашем живут.* Покуда живы они, мир будет. И не быть врагам на нашей земле,* Не ходить светлым лиходеям по тропам Королевства Тёмного,* Не пожечь им нас светом своим ложно чистым.* Век стоит мир Света и Тьмы, не шатается.* И века простоит, не шелохнётся.*** В комнате было тихо. Свет не горел, а только свеча. Лансер, отложив ручку, утёр пот со лба. Наконец, он завершил очередную запись в своём геройском дневнике. Он улыбнулся своей фирменной улыбкой с языком и задул свечу. I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky, With a cap in his head, and a knot in his tie. I'm the light in the mall, when the power is gone, A shadow in the corner, just playin' along. I'm only laying in my bed, I'm rolling aside, But if I had a car, ah, a moment arrived, Because I know if I ever share a living with you, You've got a holding chain, and you don't know what to do. You'd stop! You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doing, baby, A-ah-la-la-la-la! You wanna feel it but you don't know what you're feeling tonight -
Alright, how are we doing? And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinking, baby, A-ah-la-la-la-la! You go on thinking, and I'll go on out and make it alright -
Alright, how do you do? I'm impregnable, incredible, and set in the quo. Imma late in my rider, not a heart and a soul. I got a Saturday night, or nothing instead, And if I ever had to do it, well, you know, I wouldn't care, I just get down, I love when I’m seen, And if I wanna talk back, the message is free. Then there’s a fire, a ray, a knot in a sight, And if you can’t partake, you get ‘em alive You get a heartache... You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doing, baby, A-ah-la-la-la-la! You wanna feel it but you don't know what you're feeling tonight -
Alright, how are we doing? And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinking, baby, A-ah-la-la-la-la! You go on thinking, and I'll go on out and make it alright -
Alright, how do you do? Every time we try, we get nowhere Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah... Trying so hard to act like we don't care, a-aah! But it's true, you do, Nothing is left, so I guess I'm right New word, onomatopoeia Boom! Quit acting like you don't wanna be here F*ck around and get jumped like leap year Glock in the glove make you really wanna leave me alone Get the f*ck on, gone Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy song Rap ain't nothing but the art of talking sh*t My girl look pretty up there, right here My plaid past, my solid future Astronaut ass and a gorgeous coochie I'm an Outkast but you're into me Summer got mad 'cause Winter blew me That Juicy Fruit, that splooshy-sploosh Generation X on bloopity-bloop Get doop, gotta get doopity-doop Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof Ha, Like a chimney, I commend me How come it be some lame ass nigga talking about "Ah, he don't rap enough" But y'all rap a lot, and I'm like "wrap it up, ho!" You ain't Scarface You ain't Willie D You ain't Bushwick You ain't killin' me Better play with your motherf*cking mama Bet you still stay with your motherf*cking mama Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas In the daytime, I swear, I promise Dare a nigga say something, tear a nigga face off How come blacks don't play baseball? Y'all right, know y'all can taste all This fly shit, I stay for the take off Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing You ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane Bet it up, header ups A lava language and the vocal volcanic If it ain't fixed, don't broke it, don't panic If it ain't hits, it ain't shit, God damn it If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush And if it ain't hip or don't hop, well then hush "Man they sound like-" "Man they stole your-" "Man they look like-" Nope, it ain't us Ah, Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing You ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang Every time we try we get nowhere Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah... Trying so hard to act like we don't care, m-mmmh... But it's true, you do, Nothing is left, so I guess I'm right Flip the page, our days are revelations, a-aah! Space is strange Doctor, I've got no patience Oh, it's all a part of the process Nothin's new, it's true Cool, I admit, shit,
I guess you're right!*** Режиссёр: Евгений Минаев Авторы сценария: Евгений Минаев, Антон Волков Оператор: Алексей Суханов Художники-постановщики: Евгений Минаев, Юлия Федорцова, Наталья Рыжкова и Полина Кирьянова Роли озвучивали: Ральзей - Роб Полсен Ноэль - Кэтрин Тэйбер Дэн - Шон Эстин Герцог Правьлиузс Каартъ - Юрий Лювенталь Андайн - Грей ДеЛайл-Гриффин Санс - Джон ДиМаджио Кэтти - Лилиана Муми Герсон, Отец Алвин - Джефф Беннет Бургерштан - Грег Сайпс Gorillaz - DoYaThing