Title: "Tell Them Where You Got It All" Artists: JILLZAY, Benz, Niman, Skripitonit Verse 1 (Benz): I took the first five-piece [in reference to a five-thousand-ruble note] Dad said, "The world is messed up" and he didn't lie to me The neighborhood is my career, I'm the general in it With me, it's the soundtrack of all seasons Chorus (Benz): Tell them where you got it all Dad said, "The world is messed up" and he didn't lie to me The neighborhood is my career, I'm the general in it With me, it's the soundtrack of all seasons Verse 2 (Niman): The neighborhood needs a soundtrack and I'm its Hans Zimmer (In your world I'm) turning all the good girls into bad ones The neighborhood where there's prison time, your first million on the streams Without picking words, I speak in simple terms There's a piece of me in the pie, my piece is in your mobile (my piece) On passengers, the upper class spins fairy tales (my piece) Evil disco, you dance on a tightrope Every new calculation of mine is an Alaskan export The young one understands equally, as if we were from the same stroller Life is a music alley, nothing more Slits are not the music of kings (What kind of nonsense? Hahaha) (Money like bonds) Money like bonds, one bill strengthens another (I'm looking for bills) From pawns to the king, high up but closest to the ground (Jillzay) Verse 3 (Skripitonit): Music of mortals, music of gods Music of owners, music of slaves Music for those who don't like words Even for you, but only if you're ready Chorus (Benz): I took the first five-piece [in reference to a five-thousand-ruble note] Dad said, "The world is messed up" and he didn't lie to me The neighborhood is my career, I'm the general in it With me, it's the soundtrack of all seasons I took the first five-piece [in reference to a five-thousand-ruble note] Dad said, "The world is messed up" and he didn't lie to me The neighborhood is my career, I'm the general in it With me, it's the soundtrack of all seasons (Tell them where you got it all) Verse 4 (Skripitonit): Music of mortals, music of gods Music of owners, music of slaves Music for those who don't like words Even for you, but only if you're ready The song "Расскажи Им, Где Ты Всё Это Взял" translates to "Tell Them Where You Got It All" in English. The lyrics reflect the artists' pride in their success and their origins in a specific neighborhood. They talk about the neighborhood being their career and emphasize the importance of staying true to oneself amidst a chaotic world. The lyrics also touch upon themes of money, status, and the power of music. Each artist contributes their unique perspective and style to the song. Overall, the song celebrates their achievements and serves as a testament to their musical journey.
