Nikiforenko, plenty of fiasco
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Pack your head from the cargo, now come and don't swear
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I saw MF Doom hand-held mask the whitest night
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In which pocket is the pistol holding snow on the waist now?
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Grains in bloody sand in endless fifty arms
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Find a place underground and get lost
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Rusty drill bits with tattoos on his calf
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Destiny brings Ziya Doğan and Ayman together
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Chasing the helm from the sentence attached to the rhyme below the waist
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Gafti perished out of respect, no fortitude in kelek language
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Aesthetics from all the drav at the bottom of this vortex
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A masterpiece in Gafti language, some of them are gone
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I chose one of the fattest ones with gloves on your neck.
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At the same time, your words are from reproach
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Fifty of your cage-feed stunts for nothing
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I need it somewhere one day, of course, I warned you
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Ageless days, ordeals, repentance, repentance
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Rebellion was anger in every line and every day of my
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'Cause I won't earn anyway
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I can't think it's simple and go on and give my all
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The rapper doesn't understand, he keeps on going
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And the brave-hearted always walks around with lots of trousers
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Being altruistic Hip-Hop you usually lose
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If it turns, you find love to hate and you use it
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And then you get hard and one day you get smarter
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If it's like wine, Hip-Hop eh you get old too
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You sew and tell your childhood memory
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Turn around and look this way honey money
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Give a sound to the beat so that I can tell you one by one
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What a 'sound' mine is traveling 'hane hane
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For some reason, it's always an excuse, it's not life, it's wonderful
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It always makes you sick, but there is no cure
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You used to be a little boy
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You were impressed, your brothers were broken
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To be the one you always wanted
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You couldn't see their real face
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Stop, the running man is found tired
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Is there a bullet to shoot?
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Well of course the account is asked
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If he's alive, he's mischievous
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Check your fuckin' mouth
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The frown greets the frowning life
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Hold the tongs, don't burn the fire, don't burn as much as your mistakes
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Neither lack nor excess, days worse than the apocalypse
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Income passes, opponents reappear in the graveyard
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You say stop, it doesn't stop or you say shut up, you don't shut up
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Arrogance becomes a blood diamond it makes you shudder a lot
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Calls you a nickname for friendship in cash
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You'll be wasted, if the hard troubles come in abundance
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Humility exaggerations are beautiful when appropriate.
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When it comes to its place, it is too stale.
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If a crazy heart is in the right place, he chooses a crazy love.
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Then when the place comes, your mistakes that you couldn't choose will be offended.
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Same feelings all over the world, same dirty laundry
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The same bacteria becomes a perfume and sticks to the skin again.
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What reason befits obsessive days?
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He teaches the following state of the complaint and makes peace
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Your hand and face are scattered in the wind of autumn
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Swim as you hit the asphalt at the end of the street
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My blood is on the pavement, alas, the bullet touched my arm
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I said I'm barely standing, stand back man
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He was at the top of the street, the shooter push someone
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I walked on him, the guy took off his waist
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Of course, he has nothing to lose, thousands of crazy
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90BPM pulse everyone's ceiling adrenaline
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Of course, camels and dwarves slumped around the corner.
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The night gets cold in the city, jinn and fairies
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My time goes way back, they say
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Give back what you bought, not fluorescent powder
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Said I heard someone trigger fingertip
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We were in the circle of the crowd
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Don't bend! |
Before a bullet pierces your skin
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Then someone said |