| First couplet:
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| The sun has gone beyond the horizon, it's time for me to shine.
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| Music blinds like a diamond in it.
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| My garrison is ready for war and mobilized.
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| All of them know firsthand that Billy is angry.
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| A cold-blooded emotion hides a mask.
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| My album came out and the sky suddenly turned blood red.
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| I am a rebel in this genre, one against the majority.
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| For those who believe in battle rap, I'm something like a deity.
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| Day X, everybody down, it's my turn to fuck around here twist.
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| The detonator in the hand is hot as in Albuquerque.
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| And there is a risk of blown up here.
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| I unceremoniously burst into your house.
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| While the others sigh languidly.
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| Your ardor subsided and puffs of smoke seem to be blazing here.
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| Instead of the heart of the motor, I fuck you with holes, my rap chisel.
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| I don't have the strength to listen to your fucking tales.
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| So leave your nonsense for later.
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| They are all overboard and they can't bear my revenge.
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| Let hip-hop resist the whole force.
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| Sinister is here!
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| Chorus:
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| All that awaits them is my anger, anger, anger.
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| I will get to them all, all, all.
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| Welcome to my crypt, crypt, crypt.
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| Fear the scum, there is no chance to be saved.
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| Second couplet:
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| The sun has gone below the horizon, it's time to straighten your shoulders.
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| In addition to underground, there is nothing to justify mediocrity.
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| It is futile to try to catch me in a lie.
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| I'll knock everything out of every chance like a piñata of life.
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| Boots on the throat of competitors I am Roskomnadzor.
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| A verified supplier in front of you is the desired variety.
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| Background is colossal you hear voices in the hall.
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| Suddenly swooped in so that MI6 and Mossad froze.
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| Time has no power over me, I will also stand here centuries later.
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| And those who are now at the top will supposedly be removed in a year.
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| Without a shadow of a doubt, I am the most tenacious here.
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| Without me, the game is waiting for the fuck to take into account.
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| Everything was cloudless, but I returned.
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| And clouds are gathering over them again.
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| Again I am causing chaos, the consequences that await them are not rosy.
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| I am in this militant environment as in Valhalla.
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| For the rest, my tracks will be hell.
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| They are all overboard and they can't bear my revenge.
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| Let hip-hop resist the whole force.
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| But, I am Sinister here!
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| Chorus:
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| All that awaits them is my anger, anger, anger.
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| I will get to them all, all, all.
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| Welcome to my crypt, crypt, crypt.
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| Fear the scum, there is no chance to be saved. |