| I'm coming on the heels, then soaked the shirt
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| Mike used his like an uzi, do you hear, baby, pump it up!
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| I've seen shit, but three whales hold me
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| I'll wet this freestyle even at the age of Christ
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| We will be covered by a canopy, smoke - green malachite
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| Under it we will be crooked like dumb partaks
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| Magic people, voodoo people - indiscriminately grill everyone
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| The men ate the meat, shouting Tagil from the graves
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| We quietly fell into a coma from these strobe lights
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| You brother do not be sad, because I brought you food
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| I brought you food, what the hell did you hang your nose on?
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| You and I drown for hip-hop just like Chipinkos
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| While singing these songs, I accidentally matured
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| When the joke ends, I don't know who I'll be
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| No matter how lousy, listen, brother, do not borscht
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| But the fuck on the Internet will tell me how to live
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| I'm coming on the heels, then soaked the shirt
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| Mike used his like an uzi, do you hear, baby, pump it up!
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| I've seen shit, I'm being held by three whales
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| But even at the age of Christ I will wet this freestyle
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| I'm coming on the heels, then soaked the shirt
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| Mike used his like an uzi, do you hear, baby, pump it up!
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| I've seen shit, I'm being held by three whales
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| But even at the age of Christ I will wet this freestyle
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| (Pow-pow-pow) Magic people, voodoo people
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| (Oh-oh-oh) Magic people, voodoo people
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| (Oh-oh-oh) Magic people, voodoo people
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| (Oh oh oh)
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| I wanted to say that the day before
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| I dreamed of the trill of dead nightingales
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| I woke up, it turned out these were our songs
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| I looked around and saw so many dead boys
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| I stayed to wait, but they never resurrected
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| And under the checkered sky, smoke heals me again
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| I open a note and enter cheats into the game
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| To be at least three times the most bookish you crawl out ringed
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| But the woman with the ass on Instagram is more of a philosopher than you.
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| Coffee tied like an evil policeman
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| Stopudovo dopizdim, he will let go in the morning
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| We are for style, yes, for style, we send a messenger for style
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| After we all die on the label at the DJ cucumber
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| He warmed a snake on his chest, she threw a pig
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| Very strange shit, I laugh at this fact
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| When an old, old friend becomes worse than the new two
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| I understand that I can't stand motherfuckers
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| While singing these songs, I accidentally matured
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| When the joke ends, I don't know who I'll be
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| No matter how lousy, listen, brother, do not borscht
|
| But the fuck on the Internet will tell me how to live
|
| I'm coming on the heels, then soaked the shirt
|
| Mike used his like an uzi, do you hear, baby, pump it up!
|
| I've seen shit, I'm being held by three whales
|
| But even at the age of Christ I will wet this freestyle
|
| I'm coming on the heels, then soaked the shirt
|
| Mike used his like an uzi, do you hear, baby, pump it up!
|
| I've seen shit, I'm being held by three whales
|
| But even at the age of Christ I will wet this freestyle
|
| (Oh-oh-oh) Magic people, voodoo people
|
| (Oh-oh-oh) Magic people, voodoo people
|
| (Oh-oh-oh) Magic people, voodoo people
|
| (Oh oh oh)
|
| While singing these songs, I accidentally matured
|
| When the joke ends, I don't know who I'll be
|
| No matter how lousy, listen, brother, do not borscht
|
| But the fuck on the Internet will tell me how to live
|
| (Oh oh oh)
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| (Oh-oh-oh) Magic people, voodoo people
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| (Oh-oh-oh) Magic people, voodoo people
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| (Oh oh oh) |