Lyrics of the song Scriptonite – Pure
[Chorus] So I became an optimist I just never saw a clean Path, dear I trampled my shoes There’s crap on your mind, but the sneakers are clean I pour gasoline from a canister on the ground I burn it so that the field is clean
[Verse 1, SCRIPTONITE] At the table in the bar, everyone is an economist At the table at work, everyone hangs tougher Vists Yes, the prisms are different every time (different) But why are there only dirty ones all around (like night)
Not everyone takes whores with them to the registration (to the registration) Not everyone wants to be on that list (on the list) Not everyone wants to do it like artists (like artists) After all, they take from people that very pure (pure)
No matter how much we eat from one bowl You can still bet that there are no clean (clean) dishes No matter how many disks are filled Time is a trap, and still we are looking for clean again
[Chorus] So I became an optimist I just never saw a clean Path, dear, I trampled my shoes There’s crap on your mind, but your sneakers are clean
They searched like sandals, those hypebeasts Hucksters also didn’t see this clean one. I pour gasoline from a canister onto the ground. I burn it so that the field is clean.
[Verse 2, SCRIPTONITE] On the Internet there are only bitches, subscriptions. I didn’t find an application for cleaning my brain in the AppStore. I made a bet and poured whiskey down my throat. I scrolled through all the moments and found almost no clean (clean) ones.
Welcome to the show, Mr. They're greeted standing up, but it's all the same as a whistle. Life has the sickest scriptwriters. After all, when you're already in s**t, you're greeted with a twist.
If you had turned around a little earlier, everything would have been different But it’s not a fact that in the sense that I wanted Just jealousy, just selfishness Just getting into trouble, not just coming out clean (clean, clean)
[Chorus] So I became an optimist I just never saw a clean Path, dear, I trampled my shoes There’s crap on your mind, but your sneakers are clean
They searched like sandals, those hypebeasts Hucksters also didn’t see this clean one. I pour gasoline from a canister onto the ground. I burn it so that the field is clean.
Interview with Adil “Scryptonite” Zhalelov about the album “Ouroboros”
— Do I understand correctly that “Ouroboros” is the very second album, which was supposed to be released immediately after “House with Normal Phenomena” and was first called “Tripi”, and then “Hotel Everest”?
- Well, yes, what’s left of him.
-Can you describe what was happening to him all this time?
— At first there were about twenty songs, but they did not reach the weakest one on Ouroboros. They didn’t suit me, the songs were constantly being eliminated. That’s why I’ve released so much music in two years—and there are still unreleased tracks. On “Hotel Everest,” songs about real events, some of which were included on “Mirrors,” were laboriously put into a fictional plot, but this concept also got me. As a result, I collected those lighter songs, without any personal burden, into “Holiday on 36 Street” and continued working on “Ouroboros”. All this was done to ensure that the concentration was [very] high, so that I was satisfied.
— How did you come up with the name of the album?
— One girl told me about this symbol, ouroboros, and I realized that this is an image very close to me, combined with the meaning of my numbers - 36.
Plus, the image of a snake that eats itself, the principle of self-improvement through self-destruction, is very close to me from many different angles.
— I got the impression that “36 Street” is a prequel to “House with Normal Phenomena,” and “Mirrors” closes the story, telling about two years of your life after the release of “House.”
- That’s true, yes. “Street” covers events from the beginning of my love for music until 2013, when “Choice Without Options” was released. You know, people who characterize me only by “Home” and associate me with some dark associations are wildly infuriating. Especially visually - they always suggested making me almost Dracula. And I thought: what’s going on in your head?!
“Home” is just one year compressed into an album, it’s not me at all. “Street 36” is me, my childhood. And “Mirrors” is the period after the release of “Home”, when we had already burned out, the holiday had passed. Yes, there was a lot of money, but this did not make the problems any less. On the one hand, it seemed that I was cooler than everyone else and the sea was knee-deep, but on the other hand, I understood that I was not one of those who could deceive myself like that. This is very clearly visible on “Mirrors” - the album begins with wild bravado - with the track “Brother”.
There, already understanding in my head that I am in trouble, I begin to brush aside questions that have not yet been asked: everything is fine with me, don’t even think about deciding that something is wrong with me. The whole album is hide and seek: I have money, chicks, drugs, I don’t need anyone. And in the end I come to recognize the real picture.
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— Are the recordings of conversations between the tracks real?
- Well, yes, you have a voice recorder in your phone. It started with "Home". The album was almost recorded, skits between tracks were needed, and I would just turn on the recorder at parties, forget to turn it off, and cut something from these recordings. Then we just continued to use this technique. It’s dangerous to walk near us, we are always recording ( laughs
).
— After the release of “Ouroboros” you said that you were leaving rap. Why?
- You see, unlike most of our rappers, I always had something to say, but now I want to do it differently. If I wanted to continue to show off, I would have to show off everyone in general. I can take pictures with wads of money from morning to evening.
- Did you need this before?
- Well, yes, it was cool. Rap is like a sport! But I didn’t perceive show-offs as just show-offs. When you say, “All my bitches are Spanish, they talk to me with a dictionary,” that’s cool, that’s art (laughs).
— What does it even mean to “leave rap”? Has it exhausted itself as a genre for you?
—— No, of course, I’m not touching the genre one bit, I’m only talking about the size of the verse. I will carry the same meaning, my own. The words will simply become more concise, clearer, perhaps, somewhere more abstract. That is, the thought that I want to express will be contained in eight chanted lines, and not in two verses of sixteen. If you know what you want to say and speak the language, your speech will sound more concise.
Do you feel part of the Russian rap community?
— I feel part of “Gazgolder” and my label “Zorski”. I never felt like I was part of any general movement. There will be only about ten people with whom I am familiar.
— How does Russian rap, in your understanding, differ from American rap?
— Russian rappers still want to be rappers, but they just can’t become one. Why is there not a single hip-hop club in Russia where people would come just to relax? It's not native to them. Or why are blacks so musical? Because you go out into the street at the age of three and hear soul and funk playing from all sides, everyone is shaking, dancing, getting excited.
What about our childhood? On the one hand, Shufutinsky, on the other, Pugacheva, on the third - Orbakaite, Lolita, Bravo, foreign music of the nineties, ABBA - God knows what in general. On the other hand, Russian producers under Soviet rule were progressive, looked to the West, and came up with something. They listened to normal music - “Blue Bird” and other old Soviet groups, this is the same funk, jazz.
Why did these people stop advocating for competent music - beautiful, rhythmic?
Why did they stop instilling culture in everyone except their children, who were sent to study abroad? And so you, at 18 years old, with a healthy forehead, decide to take up rap - this is nonsense! If you came late, now you need to devote all your time to catching up with this cultural and musical gap. And if you have absorbed what you need since childhood, you still need to maintain and improve this level.
But in 2009, when I was 18-19 years old, everyone listened to Kripple, Smokey Mo and squinted to them. And I listened to Redman and Method Man, Rakim - those dudes that Russian rappers listened to. It was absolutely clear to me that in order to become like them, you need to listen not to them, but to those whom they listen to, this is elementary logic.
But, as a rule, a person took three hundred Kripple tracks, listened, then recorded something into a bad microphone and thus entered the rap culture.
And as a result, today we get new rappers who, with this base, immediately jump into rap, similar to American, try to imitate - and it turns out it’s clear how.
For me it was the other way around. I've been understanding black music all my life, then I started making my own, and now I came here, sat down in this little sandbox, I'm sitting like this ( squats
) and I think, isn’t it time for me to go home, otherwise I’m tired of things to do (
laughs
).
- There is another problem - the difference in languages. The Russian language differs from English both in phonetics and traditions.
- Actually, everything is simple. Black street music is spoken language music. And here’s the question: why do Russian rappers use literary forms if this music is not made for philologists, journalists, I don’t know, politicians, but for people. For the hillbillies, the homeless, the poor, the rich - it doesn't matter - for the people. Who every day write with errors, put commas in the wrong places, say “theirs” - which irritates me terribly. And you need to speak to these people in their language. And if you listen to Khamil and Zmey (members of the group “Casta” - “Gazeta.Ru”), they have some kind of Russian fairy tale about “dye-dye-smoke”.
Everything is written as if it were being read by dudes painted in Khokhloma.
Is this generally normal for them? But people are already accustomed to being spoken to in a complex language, and they perceive simple speech as complex. The perception of the listeners in advance rejects parasite words, jargon and everything else like that from my speech. It’s more fun for me if the speech of a dude in a drunk T-shirt who wants to rap about some dirt matches his appearance. Of course, any music has a place, but when in Russia it’s all like this, it’s not the same. This is rap, not a reading competition.
— Slim (member of the group Centr - “Gazeta.Ru”) told me in an interview that rap will never be as popular in Russia as in America, because we only understand four quarters and chanson. Your music is much more complex; weren’t you afraid that people wouldn’t understand it?
- How can you not understand this, this is music! Well, that is, why understand it at all? I listen - I like it, if I don’t like it - I don’t listen.
I have a very large music library in my head, I feel the canons and find points of contact between them. And you can sing in Russian to any music, it’s just that everyone here is afraid to experiment.
I've never been afraid to try, that's why I succeed. And the people who take it upon themselves to say so apparently believe that they have already offered the best possible. That they are gurus who have created examples of [the best] hip-hop in Russia that cannot be ignored. Like, we’ve already done everything, but people haven’t noticed. It seems to me that there is nothing further to talk about here.
— In an interview with Ksenia Sobchak, you said that there will be no songs about love on the album, only social ones. But our social system means calling people to the barricades and fighting the regime, but you have no trace of anything like that.
“I’m just one of those people who don’t like to complain, and I always see that most people’s problems are their own problems.” You can always find someone to blame - and indeed they exist, but no one is stopping you from digging yourself out of this state.
The song “Situation” is about my loved ones and acquaintances who do not want to help themselves. They know all the answers they need, but they continue to deceive themselves day after day. “Animals” is not about me and my friends, but about those complete idiots who exist in any area and in any city. This song is not so much an excuse as it is an explanation of how they got that way. I broadcast the bravado of people who rush with the flow until they are overwhelmed, who never learn how big and interesting the world is. This is a song about hopelessness, its cold broadcast.
“Although you yourself are perceived as just such a person.”
- Yes! And I knew that this song would be perceived that way. But for me this is the irony. This, and not some [garbage] that is shoved under your nose, with a huge “Irony” sign.
— In general, it really upsets you that listeners don’t always understand what you want to say. How would you like to be perceived?
- Yes, you have to take it straight. No, I have metaphors, but people don't see them where they are. I want people to grab what they understand immediately and not try the rest. Because if you didn’t understand right away, it means you haven’t lived it - don’t, you’re not one of those people, that’s normal.
— Yes, I read an analysis on the Internet about the fact that “33 bitches” about which you sing in “Party” is an alphabet.
- Yes, sure! And a rubber band is an eraser. (Laughs) I’m Oksimiron - I only write about letters. Bookworm! (Reads) I eat letters for breakfast - a letter book! We need to do a trap banger like this with Vasya (Vakulenko - Gazeta.Ru).
— In an interview with Dudu, you said that in the near future you are going to kill the rock star in yourself. Happened?
- Well, yes. I was talking about that dude who appeared on “Dom” - a shaggy, thin Scryptonite, who drinks four hundred whiskey in the evening and sings some kind of [garbage] - “This is love”, “Hangout” ( laughs
). I'm joking, of course, but now I'm closer to the versions of these tracks that we play at concerts. Now I began to drink less, quit smoking cigarettes, took up sports - minimally, for myself.
— Are you going to make different music now, are you afraid that it won’t be understood? Have you ever had any cases when you didn’t release a song because you realized that it wouldn’t be received by listeners?
- No. When “Home” was released, my favorite song there was “100 Kisses,” but it was clear that it would fall on deaf ears, given that there was “This is Love,” “Hangout,” and “Dance Yourself.” A simple analysis of the audience’s taste is enough. “100 Kisses” is too greyhound for a love song, too short for a radio format, too dirty... In Europe, in the States it would have been torn into some kind of advertisement, but here it’s not. Although it's cooler than half the album.
— Isn’t it scary that there may be fewer people at concerts?
- No, of course not. In any case, I will do what I want. I didn’t do rap for concerts either. I just dreamed of going somewhere and making money in sales.
— Don’t you want to leave now?
- Such a desire has disappeared. I haven’t found myself here yet, but I’m no longer eager to go to the States like I was in childhood. I was shaped by the years of living in Kazakhstan, I am from there, although I still don’t know where I belong. It's nice at home, but there's absolutely nothing to do there.
— After Basta’s concert, “Olympic” became a milestone for rappers, do you want to perform there?
- No, why do I need this, I already have excellent training camp. That is, if this happens, it’s good, but I won’t kill myself for this. "Olympic" is not my game. And still, no one except Vasya can win it. Vasya is a champion, he is a sincere, great people's artist who has always strived to be one and deservedly so. He is already Kobzon from rap. Why do I need this? Let L'One or Oksimiron compete.
— Well, the last question, which could be the first, is a normal situation for talking about ouroboros. Your first album was released two years ago, and you are preparing to put together Stadium in February. Can you somehow summarize what happened to you during this time?
— At work or in general?
- And so and so.
- Oh, this is an excellent question that those who have been pestering me all this time with a question about the second album had to answer for themselves. In 2016, we released the album Jillzay, then the EP “Open Season” - both of which I produced and mixed. Next is the 104xTruwer album “Safari” and my “Holiday on 36 Street”. A total of four releases that came out without any preparation or expectations. As for life, I can tell you about this for a very long time; in two years, as much happened to me as does not happen to people who do the same thing as me in ten...
I came here to work and worked all this time.
I didn’t expect anything from Moscow, or from the audience, or from the rap community. From no one but yourself. I just did my job, raised my level and did everything so that no one could oppress my interests. I haven’t seen my father for two years, my son for about six months. I have nothing personal. There was one relationship that did not amount to anything. Because I am not ready to give up my job to anyone. Every close person in my life understands this.
And I really don’t like it when new acquaintances begin to bother me, not knowing that even my mother calls me no more than once every two weeks, because she is afraid of distracting me. And I've been waiting for the moment I'm in now to be a little more free—again—to do my work.
“Whistles and Papers”: How Scryptonite proves on the new album that he doesn’t owe anyone anything
New album “Whistles and Papers” - no more rap here
Scriptonite continues to relax - the frivolity of the Whistles and Papers record began with an accidental release on Apple Music, allegedly due to a technical error.
The album is not yet available on other streaming platforms - maybe it’s exclusive, like “Ouroboros” was at one time. You start listening to the release and feel the ideological continuation of “2004”, multiplied by a fair amount of indifference, but with a “human face”. It seems Adil is finally enjoying life (in his own way) and has accepted the past as a positive experience. Fatigue from luxury here is finally replaced by hope for a bright future. He is full of energy and will remain with us for a long time. “***** [no matter] how old I am. It seems to me that I’m still a child - there are no frames,” he raps in the track “No Frames.” What is this if not a second wind?
The energy is also felt in the music of “Whistles and Papers”: there are electronic patterns that pleasantly wring the brain, and in some places an alternative pops up. The beat of the track “Wheels 2” (oh, such a weakness for sequels) is like two peas in a pod to those that Fantomas 2000 writes for “Krovostok”. Piano samples in the tracks “Straight from the Morning”, “Cas”, “Little Bastards” and “Live Like I Live” make you nostalgic for Russian hip-hop of the 2000s, and the songs themselves sound like the work of Basta - a boyish rap guy, seasoned with money. In some places, Scryptonite's reading begins to resemble the slack and drunken style of Husky - due to the hoarseness, intonation accents and stream of consciousness.
If on Scryptonite’s previous albums the mixture of styles was explained by the concept, then on the new one it’s just pampering. How can this be explained? Perhaps Adil liked being a cult hip-hop artist - such people can afford to play with the genre. For exactly the same reason, he uses previously unacceptable anglicisms, teaches life, like the same Basta, and shouts at the fit with the gentle duet “Sisters” - girls from his Musica36 label. The only problem is that it’s still boring and the days are falling into each other to the accompaniment of alcohol and weed.
Is going downstream like this bad? Judging by “Whistles and Papers,” Adil found his thrill in it, taking the position of an observer. You can understand this from two lines from the songs “Rap” and “Live as I Live” - “I’m not even in the system: neither a client, nor a customer, just a smoker, a storyteller” and “but I don’t care about a ring or a statuette me, I’m stupidly training here.”
The main message of the album is also revealed in the track “Rap”, which explains to us that the genre has been given a long life. So you can have fun and live in peace:
“Rap ****** [tired], and there’s no rap here anymore
Rap is upside down - lying on the sidelines
Rap arrived as soon as it was sent to the mail
Nobody needs"
After “Whistles and Papers,” you might think that Scryptonite has lost his mind, and go and write to him in the comments: “Grandfather, take your pills.” The same story happened with Husky, who couldn’t release an album for three years, crashed his computer with the finished material, held his own funeral, and then released “Khoshkhonog” when everyone was expecting brilliant material from him.
The truth is nearby - the musicians reflected on their creativity and began to do what they like. And when you are honest with yourself, it turns out well. All that remains is to be happy for Scryptonite - he is better than ever, and he will not leave. And why, when you live your life: “I was 16, then at home I completely stopped smiling, because I didn’t know at all that it was wonderful, a wonderful time, a wonderful time.”
Original lyrics and lyrics of the song This Is Love:
Chorus: I lost myself again in one of the courtyards in the area.
You are calling me again to know that I am alive and well. Among those boys, hucksters and bulls, cars, garbage. I promised to quit blowing and drinking, because this is love. First Verse: Hands in loops, hands straight, like knots, hands locked. Hands in loops, lips on your lips, eyes on the ceiling. I’m at the door again, hands in roses, sorry for falling over, off my feet. I promised again, everything I could, because this is love.
Crazy and dark night, every breath you take. And every breath you take screams about one thing. On a crazy, cold morning - hands without words. They are shouting about one thing - this is love.
You're looking for a message on your phone again, whore, while I'm sleeping. Then you find them, wake them up, yell, all the nerves go to zero. Among all the tables and shelves of dishes there is a hall, I’m catching you. You forgive everything again, your hands say - te-lyu-lyu.
I'm back from plane to plane to train. You've been moving again for 5 hours without getting tired. I go from the road to the house, you go there, everything is usual - I take off. You will tear it away again without holding it - I love.
Crazy and dark night, every breath you take. And every breath you take screams about one thing. On a crazy, cold morning - hands without words. They are shouting about one thing - this is love.
Chorus: I lost myself again in one of the courtyards in the area. You are calling me again to know that I am alive and well. Among those boys, hucksters and bulls, cars, garbage. I promised to quit blowing and drinking, because this is love.
