Hey, you little Jew, you’re not going to last forever. Oksimiron recorded and posted a new track in one night - the first in a year and a half
Rap artist Miron Fedorov’s new track “Bipolarochka,” posted on the social network VKontakte, collected 30 thousand likes in a few hours. It's about a battle with rapper Gnoiny, to whom Miron lost, about how hard it is to be popular and at the same time misunderstood, and about bipolar disorder. This is the first composition of the musician performing under the pseudonym Oxxxymiron, published in a year and a half, and fans reacted to the release with great delight.
Oksimiron first announced the track “Bipolarochka” on Twitter and then posted it on VK.
Within a few hours of its release at 9:44 am, the post received more than 30 thousand likes and 6 thousand reposts. This is far from the latest record of rapper Face, but still much better than the vast majority of other music releases on VK.
In the text of “Bipolarochka” Oksimiron talks primarily about himself, as is often the case in his compositions. He complains about the artist’s “bitter bread” and mentions parodies of. Then the duel between the two rappers became the most discussed topic on social networks for several days, and the battle itself was ridiculed by Ivan Urgant in his evening show and.
We are the ones who sacrifice everything to the onlookers here,
Those who carry a ring around their neck and throw it into the mouth.
What in return? My friend, what in return? What?
People's love is bitter bread, banter at the evening show?
Oksimiron feels sorry for himself and at the same time mocks self-pity.
It's bigger than you
More than your soul-searching worthless clown.
Man, remember, you and I have been walking in step for a hundred years,
Side by side for a hundred years we walked along the road to our dreams,
From the depot to the final one. How to lie low
For a couple more years - it’s better to move away from this crap.
Listen, Jew, you’re not going to last forever.
Come on, pull yourself together! Why are you so gentle?
But he doesn’t consider the loss to Gnoyny a real defeat.
I waited a year to give up the throne:
Monomakh's hat is heavy, I'm tired of everyone's *** in my mouth.
The musician also reports that he suffers from bipolar affective disorder.
MCs are friends against, circling, wandering,
They are already dancing around my carcass.
But I am a living corpse, my flesh is strangling me,
And if you stab me, I’ll tear my tummy.
Like Leisya, song, gypsy girl,
It became unclear what, there was a schoolboy with glasses.
But I'm not sad ***, I didn't care,
After all, my bipolar loves me.
The publication caused a stir, since Oksimiron had not posted new compositions for a year and a half. A screenshot like this is being published on social networks.
Now the counter can be updated.
On Twitter and VK, fans react to the appearance of the new track with delight.
After a full year and a half of languid anticipation, fans
Oksimiron finally got what they wanted -
a fresh track from their idol.
According to the artist himself, the composition
was recorded literally tonight,
however, this did not greatly affect its quality.
In the long-awaited work, Miron tells fans about
what did he do these long months,
what global problems stood in his way
and what awaits the listener in the near future.
Oxy is with us again, Oxy is on the beat again and Oxy is again
shows others why they never
will not reach his level.
Again, brain-fuck abs, chills and jetlag.
Shove badges and questions up your ass, Sherlock.
We give rap a part of ourselves, like Tosin djent and.
We mow down the cache without wiping away the tears; the year is inscribed on the tombstone.
We ask in vain: “give us all here more than just an overnight stay”
and that the nomad is waiting for this, the light of the tavern will blink.
We are the ones who sacrifice everything to the onlookers here.
Those who carry a ring around their neck and throw it into the mouth.
What in return? My friend, what in return?
What is the bitter bread of people's love, banter at the evening show.
When you're poor, you expect those dreams from a big check.
But where do you go when the check doesn’t save you, like medicinal juice?
"Ox, what are you under? You have everything you could think of
and dream of underground rappers,
You grew up from the rabble, instead of calmly
to rejoice in the takeoffs is again a deplorable text.
Check out how we live, I bet you don’t live like that
no one at all, our alcohol is cheaper than a textbook.
So if you whine, you suck like Chandler.
It's bigger than you, bigger than yours
self-examination of a worthless clown,
Man, remember, you and I have walked in step for a hundred years,
side by side for a hundred years we walked along the road to our dreams.
From the depot to the final one.
Why lie low for a couple more years?
It's better to move away from this crap.
Listen, the Jew is not going to last forever.
Come on, pull yourself together, why are you so gentle?!"
It's true, but it's a bit early for you
You guys drew your own conclusions from it.
I lost myself in a year and a half, friends:
two are dead, the third is in intensive care.
Every step I take is under a microscope and riltok:
If I made a mistake at least once, that’s it, I waited a year,
to give up the throne.
Monomakh's hat is heavy, I'm tired of fucking everyone in the mouth.
Age when you start - everything is simple:
You catch everything out of thin air, you bully adults.
Remember, my house was a drifting island?
The only assets are the future and air.
"Nothing to write, oxy grow your hair"
In three years I have gone completely bald!
And I would like to leave, but I have friends
Scraps of honor and conscience do not let you down.
And from the oral cavity,
I need a new verse and so that the flow is plastic.
Like a pop artist and “Still an MC”
Big Boss, CEO, who feeds Tim.
Good son, one of his own, the same type,
Oxford graduate, no one cares.
You are above the abyss in the rye, above the abyss of the rye.
On Crowley's hand, the motto: God forgives.
MCs are friends against each other, they wander around and around.
They are already dancing around my carcass.
But I am a living corpse, my flesh is strangling me
and if you stab me, I’ll tear my tummy.
How the song flows, gypsy girl.
It became unclear what, there was a schoolboy with glasses.
But I’m not sad for them, I don’t give a damn, after all.
My bipolar loves me.
Bipolar personality disorder (manic-depressive psychosis) is a mental disorder characterized by frequent mood swings and changes in energy. One of the main signs of the disease, in addition to problems with social adaptation, loss of sense of time and increased tendency to suicide, is an alternating combination of phases of “mania” and “depression.” Symptoms of mania include euphoria, increased performance, insomnia, speech pressure, and an excessive sense of self-importance. Depression is expressed in sadness, loss of interest in others, a pessimistic view of the future and obsessive thoughts.
How does the excerpt describing mental illness relate to rap? Direct, because this is a description of the diagnosis of Oxford University student Miron Fedorov, the future performer of MC Oksimiron.
I knew my diagnosis in advance - spontaneous combustion.
The doctor said: “Manic depression!
In the song “Spontaneous Combustion” from the album “The Eternal Jew” in 2008, Oxy already addressed the topic of his illness, which, however, never stopped him from performing and “raising rap from his knees”: numerous tracks, rap battles, new albums, performances . In a series of new events and headlines, the rapper’s listeners’ memory of his mental disorder was erased from memory, so the track “Bipolar”, published on September 14, became a revelation for many fans...
We ask in vain: give us all here more than just an overnight stay (not sleepy vegetation in routine, but something more, spiritual, being with meaning, ed.)
And the nomad is waiting for the light of the tavern to blink
We are the ones who sacrifice everything to the onlookers here.
You start listening - and the thought flashes through your head that the performer’s voice seems to be similar to Oxy, but sounds different: there is no longer the energy and charge that we are used to hearing in all tracks, regardless of the “filling”. The patient's suppressed voice, as if after a dose of strong narcotic substances. Obviously, this is the notorious “depressive phase”. “Chills and jet lag” – loss of temporary sensation, as when changing time zones. The thought of a “gravestone” on which the year of death is already inscribed. Complaints about the difficult life of the “conqueror” of Russian rap, who, like the hero of “The Lord of the Rings,” throws the “ring of omnipotence” into the mouth of a volcano.
“What in return?” Myron asks himself. What is this for? What kind of payoff does our hero get for “sacrificing everything”? Oksimiron never sought fame in the primitive sense of the word, always condemning those (like ST) who participate in battles in order to advertise their albums and increase concert attendance (“But I’m not trying to outdo my opponent, but my own achievements from the past battle"); That’s why it turns out to be offensive - in the course of introspection - both his own desire to earn money, to break out from the bottom, and his performance on the show “Evening Urgant” on Channel One (isn’t it for PR?).
Part two: Self-examination of the unfortunate clown
Oks, what are you on?
You have everything you could ever dream of, underground rap player,
You grew up from the rabble, instead of calmly enjoying the ups -
Again a deplorable text.In the second part of the track the rhythm speeds up. Oxy moves from a “slow flow” to a quick reading and assessment of his persona by the listener. “What would a fan from the province say if he heard all this?” — Myron seems to be asking himself. Why these complaints? Yes, he has everything, he has achieved the very heights of Russian rap: money, wealth, fame; his tracks are memorized, battles with his participation gain record views. You can relax and have fun, but here – “deplorable text”. Does he understand that the way his surroundings live - whether in St. Petersburg or Moscow - is the dream of all residents of the regions? Poor cities and villages, literally surviving on miserable wages and pensions. Drunkenness and drug addiction. Pseudo-social state. “Our alcohol is cheaper than a textbook.” Yes, if Oxy continues his whining after this, then he is not the “king of Russian rap”, but simply a “sucker like Chandler” - an insecure and weak-willed character from the American TV series “Friends”, hiding his insignificant nature behind sarcastic humor.
Part three: “I waited a year to give up the throne”
Here Oksimiron again “takes the floor” and refutes his own words. “Yes, okay, they may be right, but don’t rush,” “the boys drew conclusions too early.” In addition to a happy life, overflowing with bright emotions and successful performances, there is also a negative: problems with objective self-esteem, loss of the original mood against the backdrop of the death of friends and a girlfriend - in intensive care. Here it is, a tweet from the account on September 9:
I didn't disappear, guys. It’s just that a big misfortune happened to a loved one, compared to which everything else is such nonsense. But I'm here.
Nerve. Constant mood swings. Fear of making a mistake and losing the faith of fans when “your every step is under a microscope.” Let us recall again the lines of the battle with ST - this is quite appropriate, since, as I already noted, Oksimiron uses battles exclusively to express his thoughts and ideas, simultaneously voicing fears and doubts:
But the defeat from the Glory of the CPSU and the “given throne” - now we understand this from the words of Miron himself - gave some relief, removed the burden of responsibility, first of all, to himself. In the end, everyone gets tired of “fucking everyone in the mouth.”
Here Oxy makes a reference to his past - the distant shores of Foggy Albion, the “drifting island”, where there was nothing to lose, because it was impossible to find a job in England as a philologist - even an Oxford graduate. Hence the relaxation, simplicity, lightness: “You catch it out of thin air, you bully adults.” And then we return to today: pressure from the crowd, an internal desire to give up everything, a frankly inflated sense of responsibility (“still MC, Big Boss,” CEO - boss, chief executive officer).
Oxford graduate, no one cares
You are above the abyss in the rye, above the abyss of the rye.Oksimiron feels like a sort of Holden Kielfield, the hero of J. Salinger's novel "". Thinking about his future and choice of profession, the teenager admits that he would like to catch small children playing in the rye in the evening on the edge of a huge abyss so that they do not fall down. However, throughout the entire novel, Holden himself hangs over the abyss, because he is in an unequal confrontation with the outside world and its hypocritical values. So Oxy - as an “eternal teenager”, the only “adult” among the “small” MCs - extols his uniqueness and exclusivity and at the same time admits that he has never found any other use for himself in life. The lines of the track “Ivory Tower” immediately come to mind:
After all, the powers that be have tied us up in a knot.
So much so that stress, boiling, running, Quidditch.
I used to think that thirty was the end.
But I'm here, see?Part four: “My bipolar”
The ending of the song again testifies to Oksimiron’s nervousness, which is degenerating into a kind of “persecution mania”: “MC are friends against each other, circling and wandering. They’re already dancing around my carcass,” as if every rapper was waiting for his “sunset.” This is an internal feeling; It is impossible to say from the outside how justified this is. It is curious that Myron continues the idea that he is the same living person and also feels pain like everyone else, through the oxymoron - “a living corpse.”
In the last verse, the performer concludes that he – in a global sense – “doesn’t give a damn about anyone”, again focusing on the fact that “he was a schoolboy with glasses”, but became a cool rapper. Entering mania again?
If you evaluate the entire track as a whole and ask yourself: “How will it influence further creativity?”, then after some thought the answer comes: “Basically, not at all.” “Bipolar” is unlikely to be performed at a concert: it is impossible to deliberately put yourself into such a depressive state. Even with a real diagnosis.
Oxxymiron spoke about painful issues. “I went crazy.” I calmed down. And he continued to write tracks and prepare for the first international, Russian-American rap battle with MC Dizaster.
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Again, brain-fuck abs, chills and jetlag,
Shove badges and questions up your ass, Sherlock,
We give rap a part of ourselves, like Tosin djent and,
We mow down the cache without wiping away the tears; the year is inscribed on the tombstone.
We ask in vain: “give us all here more than just an overnight stay” and that the nomad is waiting for the tavern light to blink.
We are the ones who sacrifice everything to the onlookers here,
Those who carry a ring around their neck and throw it into the mouth,
What in return? My friend, what in return?
What is people's love like bitter bread, banter at an evening show,
When you're poor, you expect those dreams from a big check.
But where do you go when the check doesn’t save you, like medicinal juice?
"Ox, what are you on? You have everything that an underground rapper could dream of,
You grew up from the rabble, instead of calmly enjoying the ups - again a deplorable text.
Just check how we live, probably no one at all lives like this, our alcohol is cheaper than a textbook.
So if you whine, you suck like Chandler.
This is more than you, more than your self-examination of a worthless clown,
Man, remember, you and I walked in step for a hundred years, side by side for a hundred years we walked along the road to our dreams.
From the depot to the final one.
Rather than lie low, it’s better to get away with this crap for a couple more years.
Listen, the Jew is not going to last forever.
Come on, pull yourself together, why are you so gentle?!
The truth is yours, but you guys drew your own conclusions from it too early.
In a year and a half I lost myself, my friends - two are dead, the third is in intensive care.
Every step I took was under a microscope and the current was heard: if I made a mistake at least once, that’s it, I waited a year to give up the throne.
Monomakh's hat is heavy, I'm tired of fucking everyone in the mouth.
The age when you start - everything is simple: you catch everything out of thin air, bully adults.
Remember, my house was a drifting island?
The only assets are the future and air.
"Nothing to write, Oxy grow your hair"
In three years of media I have gone completely bald!
And I would like to leave, but scraps of honor and conscience prevent me from letting my friends down.
And from the oral cavity, we need a new verse and so that the flow is plastic.
Like the pop artist and “Still MC” Big Boss, the CEO who feeds them.
Good son, he's on board, the same guy, an Oxford graduate, hello to everyone.
You are above the abyss in the rye, above the abyss of the rye.
On Crowley's hand, the motto: God forgives.
MCs are friends against each other, circling and wandering.
They are already dancing around my carcass.
But I’m a living corpse, my flesh is choking me, and if you stab me, I’ll tear my tummy.
How the song flows, gypsy girl.
It became unclear what, there was a schoolboy with glasses.
But I’m not sad for them #I didn’t give a damn, after all.