Kezzo
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Multiply by 100% street this part two this snow type
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Like making a road in the middle of winter in bolu
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Like a stone on a bait fishing hook
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And it's like a head to go and play
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Turn that tape off, if he didn't hear the imperative, he's not old
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Whether I say opposite or envy, this market has no purpose
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This rhyme doctor — not the hip-hop guy who scribbled on me on the street
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It's not an artist, it takes out a nail, it breaks the work, the female
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And the moles, the other revealers
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Those who swear and hide in their house on the Internet
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Those who adorn their arms and walk around with shit on their ass
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They don't ask in winter, they write and draw on the net in my writing.
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Your rap is pretty with ugly woman make up!
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If it's easy, let it be done to my face, they'll go away
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Yagar diners get off if there is a suitable place.
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If the rose has a lover, the thorns will sink in your hand
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Rose is far from joy, bomb explodes today, those people die
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Write it on your paper again today, look at those people who are dying from afar
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Atakan Broad
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My shoulders are off, we got the applause in the street
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Do you have rap with me in complex order?
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Are you summer we made way still that's why we're different
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When you come from the Balkans, bring the snow winter!
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Real artists never understand when they're hungry
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If there are pranksters on TV
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I'm sick of the rants on the net
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Even if you don't pick up, they will definitely hear our voice one day.
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Go smell the honey or thinner in a corner
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If there is no room, the liver is filled with old-fashioned lighter fluid.
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Sometimes life ends so cruel then
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Rap will be a bulwark against order in the street
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I'm afraid I'm old even on a white sheet
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You stole my time, always go ahead bro
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Be authentic or better pretend
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We became the artist of the street while it was snowing
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Rose is far from joy, bomb explodes today, those people die
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Write it on your paper again today, look at those people who are dying from afar |