| Verse 1:
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| The street raised me to be a greyhound
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| You will ask: "Why change forces every day?"
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| But every day I go over the heads
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| You shouted: "Free cash desk!" |
| me, I'm going so far ... unnecessary
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| Bundles of banknotes are Togliatinsky famine
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| I pinched people like you then with a loose skeball
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| I am not trained in manners and I am not deformed
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| So I think that Eminem touched my dick with his mouth
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| We fly to your city, jet at the start
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| Rappers are my diet, so get me victims!
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| The biggest major in the world is behind me, who is behind you?
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| Battling on Versus nonames is not worth it
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| I'm the MC who could, bitch, I have something to be proud of
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| Your idols now need to outdo themselves here!
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| I'm not kidding, and f*cking shoot me askance
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| I answered your questions, huh?
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| Chorus:
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| bm! |
| Without me, rap is ashes!
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| Raise your hands everyone. |
| Rejection unacceptable
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| bm! |
| Without me, rap is ashes!
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| Raise your hands everyone. |
| Rejection unacceptable
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| Verse 2:
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| The street raised me honestly
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| You ask why you can't take my place?
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| But I will silently sit in my "Mars"
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| And it will become clear that the answer is heavier than the weight of words
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| I'm sick of listing my services to the genre
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| I don't give a fuck about that pie that rappers saw so greedily
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| I need the whole glass, I don't fly that low
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| Your glory awaits an outcome that will be swift and lethal
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| Moscow or Tallinn - I don't give a shit, everyone is mine!
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| For me, for the sake of the goal, going to the ram is nature
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| News reports of specialized media are silent on purpose
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| For them, my every success is like urine on the face.
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| Already proved everything a long time ago, shove your scripts up your ass
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| I'm here for the big bang special, Civilizations suck
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| I'm not joking, and don't fucking shoot me askance;
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| I answered your questions, huh?
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| Chorus:
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| bm! |
| Without me, rap is ashes!
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| Raise your hands everyone. |
| Rejection unacceptable
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| bm! |
| Without me, rap is ashes!
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| Raise your hands everyone. |
| Rejection unacceptable
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| Verse 3:
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| The street raised me to be resilient
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| You ask how I survived that I lost so many?
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| But you will see all the same faces behind you
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| I wear the armor of their loyalty to weigh down
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| Fuck your fucking hype chases
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| I know everything, call me Montgomery Hayden
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| These sleek MCs look more like girls
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| You hated Steam for pantyhose, putting them on yourself later
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| All your Hip-Hop is hypocritical, you are fucked, but you believe
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| It can be seen with a gap, all your male is hidden in front
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| Discriminating me is a waste of energy
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| Why did your bunny suddenly start sending me a grand merci in a personal?
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| I didn't take her to Paris, but my dick is the Eiffel Tower
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| From the Guinness Book of Records, even the referee coughed!
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| I'm not kidding, and f*cking shoot me askance
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| I answered your questions, huh?
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| Chorus:
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| bm! |
| Without me, rap is ashes!
|
| Raise your hands everyone. |
| Rejection unacceptable
|
| bm! |
| Without me, rap is ashes!
|
| Raise your hands everyone. |
| Rejection unacceptable |