Several sapphires, three ampoules of life
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Changed my sword, changed the words in the song
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I go out renewed, one in the field is not a warrior
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The wind drives, the wind drives, drives, drives
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Several sapphires, three ampoules of life
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Changed my sword, changed the words in the song
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I go out renewed, one in the field is not a warrior
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The wind drives, the wind drives, bitch, drives
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Knowledge of Bad B. is the stars in the celestial ocean
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What is hidden in the hip-hop valley rap music bud
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Throwing stones, each represents the interest of the other
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And there is no island that would be closer to home
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Waves will roll, and the culture of thought will rise
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Touching only the stars that we see
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In the circle of recitative, rhymes are hotly arguing
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Touching only the moments that we hear
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And there will be battles, hurricanes, disputes, there will be
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Rap groups will burn like sulfur, they will be
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A spark is like a word, but it does not burn without a slogan
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If you don't use the rhyme of millions
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Clouds dance when you lie in the grass of the hip-hop valley
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No need to see what foreign languages see, they are blind
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Let there be peace in hip-hop
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Where thoughts float with respect on the ocean
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Several sapphires, three ampoules of life
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Changed my sword, changed the words in the song
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I go out renewed, one in the field is not a warrior
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The wind drives, the wind drives, drives, drives
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Several sapphires, three ampoules of life
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Changed my sword, changed the words in the song
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I go out renewed, one in the field is not a warrior
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The wind drives, the wind drives, bitch, drives
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Hip-hop valleys of the earth have spread their branches
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Roots go deep into the core of the planet
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Poets remember the beginning of all beginnings, they have not forgotten
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They run to where the first staff stands "Above the law"
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The law of water, fire, the law of earth and sky
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Keeps the comet - the mother of the great recitative
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Tail wagging quickly, flies by
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There is no contact if the answer lies in the abyss of the oceans of thoughts
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And there is no such skill where everything is clear and calculated
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There, then, there is no life, there is no beat
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Not all currents will merge into one stone river
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It means: wars, famines and falls
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Decades will pass. |
The rains will wash the earth
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The time of peace and love will come, but not for long
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There are forces of destruction of the universe
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They will begin with the fact that their slander will be quiet
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End up leading themselves to the graves
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Their home is the lifeless dead bodies of the planet
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Glades of glory green paths shelter
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Intertwining the signs, the wind drives its theme
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There is no pain if there is no flesh, if the heart does not beat,
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But if it is, then the bud will bloom and the month will come out
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From the eclipse. |
There are reasons for this
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May there be peace to hip-hop, and may it be forever
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Several sapphires, three ampoules of life
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Changed my sword, changed the words in the song
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I go out renewed, one in the field is not a warrior
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The wind drives, the wind drives, drives, drives
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Several sapphires, three ampoules of life
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Changed my sword, changed the words in the song
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I go out renewed, one in the field is not a warrior
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The wind drives, the wind drives, bitch, drives |