| Everything will be for sure, but not immediately,
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| Drag everything to the base
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| Among the crowd and psychos,
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| Save your mind.
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| It's kind of dangerous
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| But I'm never afraid
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| Very careful with life
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| It's like a complex puzzle.
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| As soon as you lower your hands, the flies will flock, whores,
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| And spread rumors like a virus on a netbook,
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| And Vitok and I once stood at a crossroads,
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| Were from the end in a second,
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| But for a long time, as it should, we stir.
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| People love to draw
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| It's in our nature
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| Don't lose yourself
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| Blindly worshiping fashion.
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| Rhyming beats and punches, it's like a drug
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| They put sticks in the wheels - roll them on the hood.
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| Are you mann or fight
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| Decide your fate
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| I am a champion, but I lost and I am eager to fight again.
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| White will come, do not hang in the black stripe,
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| Soon we will make money in rap, as in pop.
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| Chorus:
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| Zero market.
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| Second Verse: AK-47 (Vitya)
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| Ideas come suddenly, the head is like a lamp,
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| Cases floated up like the doors of my Lamba.
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| Doors of my Lamba, yes, I have a Lamba, yes, I have a Lamba,
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| Online Grand Teft Auto
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| Boys, alas, do not bathe in money,
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| We'll buy a long Maybach when I'm an oligarch
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| Airmaxes on legs, satchel, camera,
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| Let's buy Logan, but for now we'll kill Logan,
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| Time is melting, we do not have time to walk to China,
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| While we do what we can, we write and read,
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| Like corruption and poverty around,
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| Someone does not consider to tell
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| Like a pie nibbles from the refrigerator at night.
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| We roll around the area, the disks reflect the shape of the house,
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| The outskirts of the Urals are like Oklahoma,
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| The outskirts of the Urals are like Oklahoma,
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| We roll around the area, the discs reflect the shape of the house.
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| Chorus:
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| Zero market. |