Upchurch

[Verse] 
  
D                        D 
I've sat in rooms with rich folk, poison ivy down my arms 
    D                   D 
Drove a rust bucket to house parties with million-dollar lawns 
    G                  G 
And I'm friends with superstars, but I always stray back home 
 D                             D 
To a dirty front porch and a bag of marijuana and a dog with one eyeball 
  
[Chorus] 
  
     D             G            D 
Cause I'm cut from a cloth that most of y'all won't wear 
  D                              G 
I say what I feel and it's all that you get when most of y'all are scared 
D    F    C         C        D 
And to me, Music Row's too much glitter, glam, and let's share 
     A#      C      D                   D 
But I'm cut from a different cloth, one that y'all won't wear 
  
[Bridge] 
  
D Dm Dm D D 
  
[Verse] 
  
D                D 
Lost in the woods, yeah, I've been there a bunch of times 
    D                           D 
And the ones who ain't, ain't never tripped balls off good shrooms in the pines 
  G                  G 
And I see your Twitter fingers and I raise you a couple scars 
     D                           D 
Cause you can't write songs like I write, touchin' y'alls dingalings in a bar 
  
[Chorus] 
  
    D             G             D 
Cause I'm cut from a cloth that most of y'all won't wear 
  D                              G 
I say what I feel and it's all that you get when most of y'all are scared 
D    F    Am         D#             D 
And to me, Music Row's too much glitter, glam, and let's share 
     A#      C      D 
But I'm cut from a different cloth, one that y'all won't wear 
  
[Bridge] 
  
Am 
Cut from a cloth and I ain't talkin' 'bout denim 
  C                  G 
Man, my hands ain't soft and I don't act sentimental 
Am 
Ain't never changed from the very first day 
C                G 
Steppin' into the game mud caked on my face 
  Am 
I Am what it is so don't tell me that I ain't 
 C             G 
You preach to the waves, I preach to the lake 
      Am7             Am 
Y'all be on the radio, we be chillin' half-baked 
     C               G 
Drinkin' every kind of beer by the cooler and the case 
  
[Chorus] 
  
    D             G             D 
Cause I'm cut from a cloth that most of y'all won't wear 
  D                              G 
I say what I feel and it's all that you get when most of y'all are scared 
D    F    A         D#          D 
And to me, Music Row's too much glitter, glam, and let's share 
     A#      C          A#        C 
But I'm cut from a different cloth, cut from a different, 
A#       C      D    D5 
Cut from a different cloth, one that y'all won't wear 


CAPO: 5th FRET 
  
INTRO: 
  
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B ---- 
G ---- 
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A ---- 
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VERSE: 
G                  Em 
My world was green, growin' up in Tennessee 
 G 
And backroads could stretch all night 
   Cadd9        G      Cadd9 
In the bed of a Dixieland delight 
  
 Em 
Them old country hits fit my town just right 
       Cadd9 
Don't take a cowboy's hat and fishin's better at night 
  
  
CHORUS: 
    G 
On the dusty side of Music City 
     Em                  Cadd9 
Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis 
     G 
And the boys got blue tattoos for days 
      Em                     Cadd9 
From gettin' sunburnt in the summer catchin' hella sunrays 
  
     G 
And the local young guns got trucks too loud 
      Em                 Cadd9 
But they're local rock stars in this small ass town 
  G                         Em 
Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies 
    Cadd9            G 
On the dusty side of Music City 
  
  
VERSE: 
G 
There's a town twenty minutes away 
                  Cadd9 
Covered in silos and belt-driven  hay 
     G 
A farmer sweatin' bullets with Joe Diffie playin' 
         Em                  Cadd9 
If it ain't John Deere green it ain't parked at my place 
  
  
VERSE: 
  G 
Footsteps in the woods and one day you'll write a song 
Em               Cadd9 
That will be told by a future outlaw 
   G 
My advice don't worry, son, keep your foot on their necks 
 Em                 Cadd9 
What this world needs is a few more rednecks 
  
  
CHORUS: 
    G 
On the dusty side of Music City 
     Em                  Cadd9 
Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis 
     G 
And the boys got blue tattoos for days 
      Em                     Cadd9 
From gettin' sunburnt in the summer catchin' hella sunrays 
  
     G 
And the local young guns got trucks too loud 
      Em                 Cadd9 
But they're local rock stars in this small ass town 
  G                         Em 
Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies 
    Cadd9            Em 
On the dusty side of Music City 
  
  
BREAK: 
Em 
Scars from runnin' through a barbed-wire lot 
Cadd9                          G 
When me and Davey Jones ran from Kingston Springs cops 
        Em 
Yeah, there's still street signs stashed in them woods 
Cadd9 
Along with roaches rolled with Honey Backwoods 
  
  
CHORUS: 
    G 
On the dusty side of Music City 
     Em                  Cadd9 
Where the girls hit the river in camouflage bikinis 
     G 
And the boys got blue tattoos for days 
      Em                     Cadd9 
From gettin' sunburnt in the summer catchin' hella sunrays 
  
     G 
And the local young guns got trucks too loud 
      Em                 Cadd9 
But they're local rock stars in this small ass town 
  G                         Em 
Yeah, we ain't scared, and we don't raise no sissies 
    Cadd9            Em     Cadd9      Em   Cadd9 Em 
On the dusty side of Music City 


[Intro] 
Gm 
Bb         F5    C5 
Whoaoooooohhhhh, whoaooooooh 
  
  
[Verse] 
Gm 
Caught up in the life of a modern day cowboy 
Bb 
Ridin' that harley like I had to Go steal one 
F 
Chasin' that high, danger when I wake 
   F 
Dodging every single bullet thats fired my way 
Gm 
A gun and mud slinger on a county road 
    Bb 
Southern boy tattoo's from head to toe 
 F 
To hell with being pretty for the camera and phone's 
N.C. 
I came to get dirty and I got one going 
  
  
[Chorus] 
Gm 
To live out a legend by any means 
    Bb 
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems 
    F 
Give 'em hell til the flames charcoal the game 
  Dm7 
Never even try to fix my down home twang 
Gm 
To be the lone wolf on the country scene 
 Bb 
New age man in black, that the poeple need 
      F 
Tell 'em talk that shit, to me it means nothing 
  Dm7              Gm      Bb 
I'm only speaking for real country 
         F      Dm7 
Only speaking for real country 
  
  
[Verse] 
      Gm 
Dont put your two cent's in on what I should do 
       Bb 
Unless you've been whiskey bent black by Chris Ledoux 
       F 
Unless you've got a couple scars for a story to prove 
    Dm7 
Or your souls ain't worn in a pair of work boots 
  Gm 
Yeah I grew up a way thats getting erased 
  Bb 
Dixie land pride wanna fight face to face 
    F 
Stick a pretty boy in you'll get us replaced 
       Dm7 
But you dont wanna get yanked by a fan of Hank 
   Gm 
Running circle's around ya'll, Like Dale at talladega 
  Bb 
Take a bite out of you, like salt on tomater's 
     F 
And I'll tell how it is, then ya took it tough 
    Dm7 
I ain't even gotta say it, everybody could tell 
  
  
[Chorus] 
Gm 
I'm living out a legend by any means 
    Bb 
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems 
    F 
Give 'em hell til the flames charcoal the game 
  Dm7 
Never even try to fix my down home twang 
Gm7 
To be the lone wolf on the country scene 
 Bb 
New age man in black, that the poeple need 
      F 
Tell 'em talk that shit, to me it means nothing 
  D7          Dm7 Gm7       Bb 
I'm only speaking for real country 
  F       Dm7    Dm7 
Whooo, ohhoohhhhh 
  
  
[Bridge] 
Gm7 
A copenhagen smile when I talk that smack 
 Bb 
Shotgun and a rifle hanging in the back 
   F5           C5 
Creed Fisher said it and I'll have his back 
     C5 
You'll be meeting the country boy's if you burn that badge 
  
  
[Chorus] 
Gm 
Well even not respected by any means 
    Bb 
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems 
    F5 
Give 'em hell til the flames charcoal the game 
  C5 
Never even try to fix my down home twang 
 Gm 
To be the lone wolf on the country scene 
 Bb 
New age man in black, that the poeple need 
      Fsus4           F 
Tell 'em talk that shit, to me it means nothing 
  Dm7              Gm 
I'm only speaking for real country 
  
  
[Outro] 
Bb             Fsus4 F     C7     D7 
I'm only speaking for reaaaal, country  ooohhh 
Gm     Bb      F 
Whoooooooooo ohhhhhhhh 
Dm7  D7    Gm      Gm 
Whooooooooo  ohhhhhhhh 


[Intro] 
  
Am Dm    E7 
Whooooooahhhh 
Am    Dm 
Whooooooaahh 
  
[Verse] 
  
E   Am             G            Dm           E 
There's smoke on a hill deep in the woods comin' from a run down cabin 
Am               G              Dm           E 
The lights come on when the rain pours down and the tin roof's makin' racket 
     Am                G                Dm         E 
It has a tree stump burned with the lyrics of a song with no writer to be known 
 Am                   G          Dm              E 
But it's only stormin' and past midnight when the Ghost Ranch lights come on 
  
[Chorus] 
  
     Am              G 
And they purge to the sound of a banjo pickin' 
    F                E 
And the pictures hit the floor into little glass pieces 
    Am                G 
And the dogs all bark when there's no one there 
F               E 
At a silhouetted man with a piercin' stare 
Am           G              F 
And they don't die down 'til the sun comes up 
E      Am         G 
Yeah, they whisper in my ear tellin' me I'm the one 
F   E             Am 
When the Ghost Ranch lights come on 
G  Dm 
Come on 
   Am              Am 
When the Ghost Ranch lights come on 
 Dm     E 
Come on, come on 
  
[Verse] 
  
Am         G 
Sleepy hollow, old Coke bottles 
Dm          E 
Civil War coins found in my yard 
Am          G 
Footsteps walk hard on my catwalk 
Dm              E 
Through these sound waves they steady talk 
   Am                   G 
And it sounds like a time from the past I can't explain 
 Dm                   E 
Not unless you're from the 60's on Cadillacs and cocaine 
Am                G 
The realm that got me was a burnin' ring of fire 
      Dm                    E 
Now there's a ring around my ranch and I'm forever stuck inside 
  
[Chorus] 
  
   Am              G 
And we purge to the sound of a banjo pickin' 
F                   E 
The pictures hit the floor into little glass pieces 
Am                  G 
The dogs all bark when there's no one there 
    F             E 
I'm the silhouetted man with a piercin' stare 
 Am        G               F 
And we won't die down 'til the sun comes up 
E    Am              G 
And I'ma whisper in your ear and tell you you're the one 
F    E             Am 
Watch the Ghost Ranch lights come on 
 Dm 
Come on 
    Em             Am       Dm 
Watch the Ghost Ranch lights come on whooooooa 
E 
Whooohhh 
  
[Outro] 
  
Am G Dm E Am G Dm E 
Am G Dm E Am G Dm E 
A G F E Am G F E 
A G F E Am G F E 
Am Am Am A E D 


[Intro] 
N.C. 
Happening now: TBI investigators remain on the scene of a death investigation, 
N.C. 
It's out in Cheatham County 
  
  
[Verse 1] 
Dm           Dm 
19 miles from the Music City lights 
Dm            Dm 
Where the people bring guns to big knife fights 
Dm             Eb 
And the sheriff don't care, so don't try to call 
Dm          Eb          F 
He might be in ties with the man on the farm 
Dm          Eb         F 
Uncle Red's on the rye and he's lost in a field 
Dm             Eb       F        Dm 
Tryna dodge the thunder that keeps strikin' these hills 
  
[Chorus] 
     Eb 
The road I'm on has no yellow lines 
Dm         Eb     F      Dm 
Just cracked asphalt and broken signs 
      Eb         F 
The potholes filled with thc 
Dm            Eb               Dm 
When the streetlights disappear you're on the creek, pond creek road 
Dm 
Pond creek road 
Dm 
Pond creek road 
Dm 
Pond creek road 
  
[Verse 2] 
Dm            Eb         F    Dm 
These bridges are tattooed in John Deere Green 
            Eb          F 
Jaybird's looks like somethin' from a movie scene 
Dm         Eb           F 
And I know who's dangerous and who's insane 
Dm        Eb         F    Eb 
Who's got the blue flame and Mary Jane 
  
[Chorus] 
Dm       Eb      F     Eb 
The road I'm on has no yellow lines 
Dm           Eb F 
Just cracked asphalt and broken signs 
Dm           Eb    F 
The potholes filled with thc 
Dm            Eb               Dm 
When the streetlights disappear you're on the creek 
  
[Verse 3] 
       Dm          Dm 
The road I'm on is a place I know 
        Dm             Dm 
The big white church with a haunted cove 
        Eb     F        Dm 
The black marks lead into another lifetime 
N.C. 
In the side of a tall pine 
  
[Chorus] 
Dm       Eb 
The road I'm on has no yellow lines 
Dm           Eb 
Just cracked asphalt and broken signs 
Dm           Eb     F 
The potholes filled with thc 
Dm             Eb         F Eb Dm 
When the streetlights disappear you're on the creek, pond creek road 
Dm 
Pond creek road 
Dm      D5 
Pond creek road 
D5 
Pond creek road 
  
[Outro] 
N.C. 
And investigators say there are currently a lot of unanswered questions 
  
Dm Dm Dm D5 D5 


[Intro] 
  
D D G D D G 
D D G Hm G 
  
[Verse] 
  
D                  D 
The friends I got are the same one's from high school 
D                    D        G 
Half of them drive and got the same damn drugs's too 
D                D 
C.B. hanging from the mirror, talkin' smack to the truckers 
   Hm                  G 
Tired from driving roads calling us little motherfuckers 
 D            D 
Same cops in town since I was 15 
 D               D 
Bare foot walking all the way to palm creek 
     D              D 
But the same ain't bad when you're where I'm from 
 Hm                     G 
Same shit different day at least you know everyone 
  
[Chorus] 
  
D                  D     G 
The world turns slower where the road goes dirt 
 D            D 
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts 
Hm                     Hm 
A boyfriend will knock you out for trying to flirt 
    G                   G 
The songs hit different when written and sang by us 
D                   D   G 
The world turns forward when your on the stream 
  D                 D   A 
He's on the front porch when you     Go to leave 
 Hm                    Hm            G 
The girl's paint there toe's and boys play with G.I.Joe's 
  G           D     D       D   D   G 
And I like the same ol' same ol' 
  
[Verse] 
  
  D              D 
I partied with the police back in their prime 
      D 
When they were the one's having fun 
D 
Running from the blue lights 
 D                  D 
The billford brothers had a party every week 
     Hm            G 
And officer T.C. was waiting down the street 
    D              D         G 
And the top of snake hill buster right at the stop 
 D                   D         G 
Dont light a blunt until you pass narrows or the hollow 
     D              D      G 
But the cops ain't as scary as some of them curve's 
   Hm                   G 
Take it slow by Mary Helens watch for cows, ya heard 
  
[Chorus] 
  
D                  D     G 
The world turns slower where the road goes dirt 
 D            D 
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts 
Hm                     Hm 
A boyfriend will knock you out for tyring to flirt 
    G                   G 
The songs hit different when written and sang by us 
 D                  D      G 
The world turns forward when your on the stream 
  D                 D   A 
He's on the front porch when you     Go to leave 
 Hm                    Hm            G 
The girl's paint there toe's and boys play with G.I.Joe's 
  G             D 
And I like the same ol' same ol' 
  
[Verse] 
  
       D          D 
Same roads that hold my years of many 
         D 
Blunts rolled in close called dear 
  D          D    G 
Just one more cast and one more beer 
  Hm         G 
Just one more bonfire dancing and I fell 
 D          D       G 
One more homecoming for a thousand more years 
D              D     G 
A thousand more coors light cans and a fifth 
D                  D     G 
For every country boy born for millions of years 
  Hm             G 
I pray another generation live like we do 
  
[Chorus] 
  
 D                 D     G 
The world turns slower where the road goes dirt 
 D            D 
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts 
Hm                     Hm 
A boyfriend will knock you out for tyring to flirt 
    G                   G 
The songs hit different when written and sang by us 
 D                  D      G 
The world turns forward when your on the stream 
  D                 D 
He's on the front porch when you     Go to leave 
 Hm                     Hm             G 
The girl''s paint there toe's and boys play with G.I.Joe's 
  G 
And I like the same ol' same ol' 
  
[Chorus] 
  
 D                 D 
The world turns slower where the road goes dirt 
 D            D 
The women talk sweeter here on the outskirts 
Hm                     Hm 
A boyfriend will knock you out for tyring to flirt 
    G                   G 
The songs hit different when written and sang by us 
 D                  D      G 
The world turns forward when your on the stream 
  D                 D   A 
He's on the front porch when you     Go to leave 
 Hm                     Hm             G 
The girl''s paint there toe's and boys play with G.I.Joe's 
  G           D     D 
And I like the same ol' same ol' 
   D 
same ol' same ol' 


[Intro] 
  
N.C. 
1 2 3 4 
Am 
Hmmmmmm 
E 
Hmmmmmm 
C 
Hmmmmmmm 
Dm 
Hmmmmmm 
Am   Fm C 
Hummmmmm 
  
[Chorus] 
  
Am   Fm C 
Hummmmmm 
E7   E7 
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm 
Am   Am   C D 
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm 
  
[Verse 1] 
  
D       F C        E7               E7 
God forbid I die when I do, let it roll, let it roll 
Am         Am 
God forbid I die, but when I do 
C     D 
Remember me, don't feel blue 
      Am           F 
It's been a hell of a ride 
C 
Scars and tattoos 
E7       E7 
I did my time in prison too 
   Am              Am 
But I survived and I still do 
      C 
It's gonna be hard killin' me motherfucker 
D            F 
cause, I'm that dude (Ha ha ha) 
             C 
Ride 'til the wheels fall off that train 
E7            E7 
Yeah, I talk shit, 'cause that's my thing 
       Am                 Am 
But I back it up like that ol' girl twerkin' 
C                 D 
Back it up like that old man workin' 
Am            F  C 
No, I ain't perfect, never claim to be 
E7        E7 
When I see God I wonder what he'll say to me 
  
[Chorus] 
Am   E  C  D 
Hummmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmm 
F  C E7 E7 
Hmmmmmmmmmmm 
  
[Verse 2] 
  
Am                   Am 
When every leaf has fallen and the trees      Go dry 
 C               D 
And frosty mountain tops turn to comets in the sky 
   F            C 
Still once upon a time we lived it all up 
 E7                 E7 
The muscle cars, the ladies, and the best of drugs 
    Am           C 
And the ladies Go gray, cars break down 
C          D 
Ears Go deaf to the nightlife sound 
Am                C 
No whiskey in my glass, I've had my share of cheers 
 E7                 E7 
So here's to the years and the life after this 
  Am     E 
I oooooooooowe 
  
[Chorus] 
  
C     D     F  C 
Ooooooooooohhhhh, hmmmmmm,hmmmmmmmm 
E7  A7    Am    Am 
Hmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm 


[Intro] 
  
F G Dm D 
F G Dm Dm 
  
[Chorus] 
  
D5      F          G 
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets 
Dm                Dm 
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate 
F              Gm 
The old days, when fist fights were fine 
    Dm               Dm 
Throwin' hands didn't land you two months jail time 
F         G 
The old days, when love was real 
   Dm                 Dm 
And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still 
F        G 
The old days, those days are gone 
 Dm                  Dm         F    G Dm 
So I cherish the memories of the place I call home, oh yeah 
  
[Verse] 
  
Dm      F                 G 
There's a bridge on River Road where I painted my name 
   Dm                Dm         D 
With a couple of buddies with John Deere spray paint 
     F               G 
We used to smoke on the green after the sun hit the hay 
    Dm              Dm 
And made it home by nine or daddy's temper would blaze 
    F                    G 
In them high-school front doors, shit we was straight out the back 
     Dm                     Dm 
Sittin' in a deer stand chewin' Redman up by the pack 
      F              G 
Them straight pipes on the 5.7 made us feel badass 
     Dm                      Dm 
Sittin' in the senior parkin' lot crankin' up Johnny Cash 
     F              G 
My grades, they wasn't great, but my heart is nothin' but gold 
Dm                         Dm 
Hospitality's priceless, it ain't 'bout tradin' a soul 
 F                   G 
So before you judge my cover, won't you dive in my soul 
       Dm                 Dm 
And learn I'm from another life, I'm like 200 years old 
  
[Chorus] 
  
Dm       F         G 
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets 
  Dm              Dm 
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate 
F         Gm 
The old days, when fist fights were fine 
    Dm               Dm 
Throwin' hands didn't land you two months jail time 
F         G 
The old days, when love was real 
   Dm                 Dm 
And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still 
F        G 
The old days, those days are gone 
Gm   Dm                 Dm        F     G    Dm     Dm 
So I cherish the memories of the place I call hoooooome, oh yeah 
F    G   Dm 
Oooooh yeeeeeeah 
  
[Verse 2] 
  
Dm   F             G          Gm 
When I show up to a show, everybody knows I'm fuckin' there 
Dm                     Dm 
Walk by like I'm stuck in silence, let the folks with cameras stare 
F                     G      Gm 
I'm there to put my county on, with muddy water in my veins 
Dm                    Dm 
Countless nights on Indian Springs, prayin' I would catch my dream 
F               Gm 
When Paw Paw went to heaven, let me tell you, I was lost in life 
Dm                   Dm             D 
Almost got fronted them pounds to help keep on my families lights 
F                     G 
But then I walked to a church in the midst of the night 
     Dm                Dm 
Put some tears on the tulips and the creation was bright 
      F                  G 
And I knew at that very moment the fight I's about to pick involved 
Dm               Dm 
Cowboy boots, guitars and not givin' a shit 
D       F                    G 
So let me write to the beat of my two clickin' Tony Lama's 
      Dm                  D5 
Live in a trailer with my family and a few saved up dollars 
N.C. 
Church 
  
[Chorus] 
  
F               G 
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets 
  Dm              Dm 
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate 
 F             Gm 
The old days, when fist fights were fine 
    Dm               Dm 
Throwin' hands didn't land you two months jail time 
 F        G 
The old days, when love was real 
   Dm 
And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still 
 F          Gm 
The old days, those days are gone 
 Dm                        F      G    Dm 
So I cherish the memories of the place I call hoooooome, oh yeah 
  
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Баста — лирический проект рэпера из города Ростов-на-Дону, Россия, Василия Вакуленко, созданный в 2006 году.Был 1996 год, он уже написал первую песню «Мой город» и собрал группу, которая называлась «Уличные звуки» — Street sound. Василий значился в ее составе под именем Баста Хрю. «Меня с детства называли Хрюшей, потому что разбрасывал все непонятно где», — объясняет Баста.Примерно в это же время рождалось знаменитое ростовское рэп-движение, которое в следующем десятилетии стало лидирующим в стране. Баста был непосредственным участником процесса. И даже поучаствовал с треком «Первый удар» в большом и шумном объединении молодых рэперов — ростовской Касте, впоследствии ставшим группой «Каста».Далее Баста двинулся в своем, более лиричном направлении. Трек «Моя игра» стал одним из главных в его биографии. Вася Вакуленко стал знаменитым на весь Ростов. «Звездная болезнь? Нет, не появилась. Появились наркотики и старшие друзья, реальные хулиганы» — вспоминает Вася. «Точно могу сказать, что эта песня не раз спасала меня. Бывало, хотели лишить жизни, а когда узнавали, что это я, оставляли в покое».Вся эта нелегкая и полная злоключений жизнь стала историей, которая теперь зарифмована в его альбомах. «В 2002 мой друг Жора вымутил у своей мамы денег и мы купили компьютер. Вадик QП сводил первое демо к будущему альбому». Эти самые треки случайно попали к Богдану Титомиру и он предложил ребятам уехать в Москву. Был 2004 год. А спустя 2 года вышел альбом «Баста 1» и на ТВ начали крутить клип «Осень». Московская жизнь Басты неразрывно связана с «Газгольдером». На тот момент клуб только открылся и носил статус самого закрытого заведения в Москве. Но Баста держался в стороне от местной рэп-тусовки. Первым новым знакомым — ее представителем — стал Смоки Мо, а позже Вася узнал Гуфа. «Однажды я подошел к Гуфу на концерте, тот вспомнил «Мою игру», мы с ним решили сделать кавер-версию, которая вышла на альбоме «Баста 2», — рассказывает Вася. Но настоящий взрыв случился сразу после этого, когда Баста поучаствовал в клипе группы Centr «Город дорог». После этого слава Басты вышла далеко за пределы родного Ростова и Москвы.Посыпались номинации, премии, награды и статусы. Второй альбом «Баста 2» вышел в 2007 и стал хитом продаж. Он звучал взрослее и разнообразнее. Выпустив в промежутке два релиза под псевдонимом Ноггано, третью пластинку Баста писал уже в статусе одного из ведущих рэп-артистов страны. Новый материал рассчитал на более широкую аудиторию, а подборка хитов «Урбан», «Ростов», «Солнца не видно» и «Калифорния» уже не в первый раз проверяет на прочность самые большие площадки Москвы.В октябре 2012 года, Баста записал несколько кавер-версий песен Михея, в частности трек «Мама», на который был снят видеоклип. Также Василий выступил на большом концерте, посвященном 10-летию памяти Михея, который прошел 1 ноября на площадке Arena Moscow.В конце 2012 года снялся в ролике, призванном привлечь внимание к дискриминации людей с ВИЧ-инфекцией.Дискография 2006 Баста 1 2007 Баста 2 2010 Баста 3 2010 Баста/Guf 2013 Баста 4 2016 Баста 5, Часть 1 2016 Баста 5, Часть 2

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Макс Корж — молодой музыкант из Минска, который легко смешивает в своем творчестве электронную музыку, рэп, пение. 
Он родился ноября 1988 года, в городе Лунинец Брестской области. В раннем возрасте он с родителями переехал в Минск. Получил музыкальное образование по классу фортепиано и попутно научился играть на гитаре. В 16 лет он с друзьями создал музыкальную группу LunClan, которая просуществовала недолго. После этого было еще несколько проектов, но они тоже не имели большого успеха. 
После всех неудач Макс попробовал себя в роли битмейкера, сочиняя музыку для других исполнителей. Эта идея также не увенчалась успехом, после чего он начала петь свои песни сам. 
Во время учебы в Белорусском государственном университете Макс Корж записал свою первую сольную песню. Проучившись в БГУ до 3 курса, он понял, что учеба ему мешает и бросил университет и всерьез занялся музыкальной деятельностью. Он записал песню «Небо поможет нам» и выложил ее ВКонтакте. После чего Максима забрали в армию. Когда он вернулся домой, то узнал, что песня стала популярна в интернете. За это время песня собрала большую аудиторию, ее транслировали в эфире некоторые минские радиостанции. После он начал активно рассылать свои песни диджеям, чтобы они крутились в клубах. 
В мае 2012-го он выпустил в Беларуси первый сольный альбом, а через год уже собрал многотысячные залы. Его востребованность у концертных промоутеров стала ажиотажной, он дважды выступил в программе «Вечерний Ургант» на Первом канале, а презентация его второго альбома «Жить в кайф» вновь побила рекорды — так, в столице Беларуси она прошла в пятнадцатитысячной «Минск Арене».

Молодой и талантливый белорусский рэп-исполнитель Макс Корж. Мастер бешеных концертов. На странице представлены подборы с аккордами и текстами песен.

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Макс Корж

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Скриптонит (Адиль Жалелов, родился 3-го июня 1990-го года в Ленинском, Казахстан) — казахстанский русскоязычный рэпер и музыкальный продюсер.Начинал с создания инструменталов для других хип-хоп-исполнителей, попутно записывая в стол свои песни, оттачивая таким образом свои навыки по написанию текстов.Первую известность ему принёс видеоклип на песню «VBVVCTND», который получил хорошие отзывы и привёл исполнителя к контракту с творческим объединением Gazgolder.В 2015-ом году Адиль выпускает свой первый сольный альбом «Дом с нормальными явлениями», получивший восторженные отзывы слушателей и музыкальных критиков и моментально ставший классикой русского рэпа.Скриптонит работает в совершенно разных жанрах: начиная с южного звучания, он пришёл к более музыкальному и разноплановому подходу как к музыке, так и к вокалу.Весной 2017-го года вышел его второй альбом под названием «Праздник на улице 36». Как заявил сам Жалелов в июньском интервью у Юрия Дудя, «Праздник…» — это коммерческий релиз с очевидными хитами, а «тот самый альбом», или «Улица 36», название которого стало известно из небольшого июльского отчёта с Gazgolder Live от MTV и который слушатели ждали с момента выпуска «Дома…», был запланирован на осень этого же года.В итоге 16-го декабря 2017-го года вышел двойной альбом Скриптонита — «Уроборос: Улица 36» / «Уроборос: Зеркала». После выхода пластинки Жалелов заявил, что в связи с тем, что для него рэп как жанр себя исчерпал

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