And everything would be fine, in the herd and chas
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Only from early childhood it is not possible to mumble
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And everything would be fine, (hey) would replenish the system
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Only from early childhood I don’t react to “stop”
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People, everything would be fine, would become in a row
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He mixed up with everyone, got lost, but that's just hardly
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Everything would be fine, would continue, battle
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If only grandmas didn't pay for it
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Everything would be fine, accepting you would nod,
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But only when you read I want a sledgehammer
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Take, not micro and fight off the hunt
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I'm not getting into generals, bitch, I'm infantry
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Until the last lines I idolize my prison
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Where I get the Roland Horn every dark night
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And I choose the path where I can divide by zero,
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And your way is not mine, because it is dumb
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Tearing the membranes, it's not for the show
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I start my timer, three minutes will be the bomb
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"Come out and show yourself!" |
- they told me, it seems
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Call for a battle, bitch, not me, but your life
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I shout to everyone: "Now"
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Dispersed for quiet time
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In the darkness of heads, burn-burn my candle
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Until you lose your senses!
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As I want, so I can make a candle!
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And you don't have enough air to blow out my candle |
Tearing the membranes
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While someone was falling after the circus and setup
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I showed you clearly that my life is not sugar
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And everything would be fine, but nothing has changed
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Although then the heart was not knocking on the stage, it was beating,
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And now it's knocking! |
I mean:
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Not at the door with a fist, but at your heads with a hammer
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And everything would be fine, but many have cast iron there
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I knock, and they itch and say: "Uh-huh"
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And they continue to go with the flow, to the roar
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Having crossed, I shout, - minus the current - there is a cliff ahead!
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And everything would be fine, just nothing at the bottom
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There is nothing but glory, a pedestal and coins
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“I don’t want to scream anymore,” said and hid the bow,
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But as long as the line was bent, a circle turned out
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And again, bitch, start, and fate is in my hand,
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But I have enough strength to run and give it to you
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Tearing the membranes, it's not for the show
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I start my timer, three minutes will be the bomb
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"Come out and show yourself!" |
- they told me, it seems
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Call for a battle, bitch, not me, but your life
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I shout to everyone: "Now"
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Dispersed for quiet time
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In the darkness of heads, burn-burn my candle
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Until you lose your senses
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As I want, so I light a candle,
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And you don't have enough air to blow out my candle |
Tearing the membranes
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And everything would be fine, I would hang my micro,
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But the beat is on and I show that not only crosses fly
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On my feet. |
Come here
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While you were playing the part, rapper, I was playing myself
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I paint a white flag with a black stripe
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I, like the Mass, made my name "on the heads"
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All or nothing, keep hitting
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I decided that there were not enough Poltava battles before me
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I'll add mine (hey)
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I will write - I will sing (hey)
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No matter how the whore fame changes the foundation
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To her, I give the verb and go to look for
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Rhymes from which a spark appears,
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And from it is fire, and from fire is the call of the soul
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The one that will not allow this flame to be extinguished
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And everything would be fine, but you have to burn
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For a line on the mountain and this is a rap bitch
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Tearing the membranes, it's not for the show
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I start my timer, three minutes will be the bomb
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"Come out and show yourself!" |
- they told me, it seems
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Call for a battle, bitch, not me, but your life
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I shout to everyone: "Now"
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Dispersed for quiet time
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In the darkness of heads, burn-burn my candle
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Until you lose your senses
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As I want, so I light a candle,
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And you don't have enough air to blow out my candle
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Tearing the membranes, it's not for the show |
I start my timer, three minutes will be the bomb
|
"Come out and show yourself!" |
- they told me, it seems
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Call for a battle, bitch, not me, but your life
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I shout to everyone: "Now"
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Dispersed for quiet time
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In the darkness of heads, burn-burn my candle
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Until you lose your senses
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As I want, so I light a candle,
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And you don't have enough air to blow out my candle
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Tearing the membranes |