"Neal Stephenson - Snow Crash" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stephenson Neal)

The track gets deeper the farther up they go. Deeper and darker. It looks less and less like a motorcycle rut in loose dirt and more like a drainage ditch for some sinister black effluent.


Coming to America now
Rappers trying to start a row

Say "Stay in Japan, please, listen!
We can't handle competition!"

U.S. rdppers booing and hissin'
Ask for rap protectionism

They afraid of Sushi IC
Cause their audience go away

He got chill financial backin'
Give those U.S. rappers a smackin'
SNOW CRASH
Sushi K concert machine Fast efficient super clean

Run like clockwork in a watch
Kick old rappers in the crotch

One of The Enforcers up the hill is carrying a flashlight. As he moves, it sweeps across the ground at a flat angle, briefly illuminating the ground like a searchlight. For an instant, the light shines into the motorcycle rut, and Hiro perceives that it has become a river of bright red, oxygenated blood.

He learn English total immersion
English/Japanese be mergin'

Into super combination
So can have fans in every nation

Hong Kong they speak English, too
Yearn of rappers just like you

Anglophones who live down under
Sooner later start to wonder

When they get they own rap star
Tired of rappers from afar

Lagos is lying on the ground, sprawled across the tire track. He has been slit open like a salmon, with a single smooth-edged cut that begins at his anus and runs up his belly, through the middle of his sternum, all the way up to the point of his jaw. It's not just a superficial slash. It appears to go all the way to his spine in some places. The black nylon straps that hold his computer system to his body have been neatly cut where they cross the midline, and half of the stuff has fallen off into the dust.

So I will get big radio traffic
When you look at demographic

Sushi K research statistic
Make big future look ballistic

Speed of Sushi K growth stock
Put U.S. rappers into shock