| Friends, eyes my way, «Oh brother, where are you?»
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| Business business, no promotion; |
| look how you are now
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| May the fame not show you any downfalls.
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| It is clear where you came from, you are one of us, mashallah
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| Plays friends, last trump card
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| hands no fire
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| Every day
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| Everyone here is the boss
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| It's hard for me to suppress the contents of my tongue
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| Murgs a.k.a game boy
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| I more or less wanted the game until it was over
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| Now I'm catching whatever I want, no forgiveness
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| Get rid, get rid of what's behind, ah
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| I was my only obstacle, until now
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| I've already overcome this, feeding my inner demon from the outside world
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| Bro, I've come these days myself, not with any power other than that baby
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| I'm growing stronger, they're making you a man, but embellishing your mold in vain
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| Make sure I'm not new
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| If the crazy child of the house catches up to fifty tons of flow
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| I am the icon of this topic
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| My head will be upright, the end of this road will be my victory
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| Even my works that I write and throw away will tear you apart.
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| So you scam the rumors old man
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| I don't remember who I took out of which pocket when I was 18, boom
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| That cargo ship doesn't poop.
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| But I take it to the mountains
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| Especially to me, what kind of crazy are you?
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| We'll fuck you in your dreams
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| That cargo ship doesn't poop.
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| But I take it to the mountains
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| Especially to me, what kind of crazy are you?
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| We'll fuck you in your dreams
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| My two sides are flags, can you swag like me and whisper to the beats all the time?
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| Praying can keep the prayers if you are, of course, I grew up chasing money.
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| Illegal behind the walls, ah, open the jar, wrap it up and burn it
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| My work is lyrical, yours is empty; |
| I kill, I beat, I stay back
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| I tried, I don't get old; |
| stay new
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| This time was whispering to me, this street
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| The pain of black nights is on my tongue, my machine
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| Monsters will break your closed doors
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| The game falls into my hands as my sins increase
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| The rhythm clears
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| If you don't see what I want, don't call me
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| My nose is always created in the air, that side is a joke field
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| Thread off comment, fuck it
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| You're doing it but the truth is panic for nothing
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| Finally hitting the glacier' Titanic
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| Rhythms are drugs and Motive addicts
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| Your red and blue lights are also nanny kro
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| I told you, I'm in the middle of the map, I'm doing safari
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| Sorry I got you all tied up
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| Square coin, it's coming to us' weird
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| In fact, which of us reads normally, that bunny
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| This fist Muhammad Ali
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| Melody, drums by Metallica
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| Can find a hundred lira in my wallet
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| This is the hand of Maradona
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| I'm dying and coming like a five-lead Makaveli can I be stopped, ah
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| When I have to be faster than a bullet
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| Melodies, drums chase me
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| Dancing in the neighborhood is a must
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| Play time, eagles in the field
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| That cargo ship doesn't poop.
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| But I take it to the mountains
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| Especially to me, what kind of crazy are you?
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| We'll fuck you in your dreams
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| That cargo ship doesn't poop.
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| But I take it to the mountains
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| Especially to me, what kind of crazy are you?
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| We'll fuck you in your dreams |