| Comes with Sago Rap, still works in 2013
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| Great ground order, I'm somewhere between black and white
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| I'm in between my two eyebrows
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| If you can't find me in Bur, I'm in my last years
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| “The cloud is above me,” so to speak.
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| A basketball, a hoop, I'm on a dunk-end turnstile
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| I'm in my spots that I couldn't get rid of for years
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| Think deep, the road is deep, stay cool, keep going
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| Mişli is in the time tunnels of the future, whose language is broken
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| I'm with my sprays to paint trains Hip-Hop
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| All such and such reasons are about the soul.
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| Tickling paper with the tip of a pen, look the joker poet
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| Tongues throw the fireball, my glasses shatter
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| Two-zero-one-three, my land train, my departure from the same place
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| I'll take a flashlight behind me to find the lost generation
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| If I have my share of hardship, I'll force it
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| Is it difficult?  | 
| Is it difficult?  | 
| Is it that difficult?
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| Is it okay to accept, ignore or ignore?
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| Is it hard (yeah)?  | 
| Is it hard (yeah)?  | 
| Is it that hard (oh)?
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| Is it okay to accept, ignore or ignore?
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| If I look for a hole to escape from Bur, there is no
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| If you're looking for a head to break, it's so bad
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| Today's hands were empty or tomorrow
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| Does it come full?  | 
| I hope
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| If I look for a hole to escape, there is no
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| If you're looking for a head to break, it's so bad
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| Today's hands were empty or tomorrow
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| Does it come full?  | 
| I hope
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| Until my death fuck what they say
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| I've been on my two feet for 34 years
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| I got two million reasons to cool off bur baby
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| What's the use of having a million reasons to be happy?
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| You go and hide in your dress, your grandfather inherited
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| I'm the hard word that hits fragile feelings
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| Forward-looking glasses when Sagopa Key is worn
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| Dictionary containing the rarest word you searched for and couldn't find
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| Blood-spattered apron, my T-Shirt a bib, the beard a blouse
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| While yesterday weighs heavily on me, I don't need to write the diary, in one word human
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| for today
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| And in me everything is the same tone;  | 
| neither a dark nor a light
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| Still my head is as full as it can be
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| I fell in love with those who made the lion choke on the cat, don't ask
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| Is it okay to accept, ignore, ignore?  | 
| Impossible!
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| Something always goes wrong, they go wrong
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| Class is secluded while there are lessons to be learned
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| Lies like snakes are the game they live on
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| What about my share of realism that won over them (huh)?
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| I'm a long train and winters cold on the tracks (fuck what they say)
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| I am the ant watching the death of the cicada with an example
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| Is it difficult?  | 
| Is it difficult?  | 
| Is it that difficult?
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| Is it okay to accept, or ignore it?
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| Is it difficult?  | 
| Is it difficult?  | 
| Is it that difficult?
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| Is it okay to accept, or ignore it?
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| If I look for a hole to escape from Bur, there is no
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| If you're looking for a head to break, it's so bad
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| Today's hands were empty or tomorrow
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| Does it come full?  | 
| I hope
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| If I look for a hole to escape, there is no
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| If you're looking for a head to break, it's so bad
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| Today's hands were empty or tomorrow
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| Does it come full?  | 
| I hope
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| I'm in, I'm in, I'm in
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| Rap Genius Turkey |