I stick to the interview and they treat me with respect
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Because it is not visible if I am not losing them with my image
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I float with my cargo into the void, like a dead pirate
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And if I get pissed off, I'll do black PR (you)
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A drunk for them, and a hardy whore for homies
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All to my account and you will give me the invoice later
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BonSoul, Almost Famous, close your smiley
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Such nicknames that you do not dare to write them in small print, bear
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As usual, I drive through the blocks
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And if you don't know what's going on, you won't fucking jump over them
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These blocks are taking you to hoops
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They do it for me because I believe in them, as in the subject of these
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What are bringing me such a haze that you'd have to go to rehab
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But first, you'd have to go out on the street like a bomb
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If you want to come in here, you have anti-props
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Because you have to deserve honor, too smooth boys
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I hit the stage, they wonder where this strength comes from
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Sheer skin and bones still don't miss the truth
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Menago asked me to refrain on stage
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Because the weakness for hemp is still doing black PR here
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I hear about it more and more
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That once in ten years it is appropriate to take a break (take a break?)
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But just in case I break
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It would be good to have some five chained up in reserve
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Fear to think what's hiding in your angry head
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Because I am still fighting the devil and getting along with God
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I motivate young people when I can no longer myself
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If my success is not enough, I take them as a reward (get it?)
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Red eyes, but never expressionless for me
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Rap is a permanent element of the landscape for me
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It all starts and ends in blocks
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La vida loca and I stay here like a sediment
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You're the one who gobble up shit to get Frederick
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The type disappear, because I keep driving these slippery industry vipers
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Put yourself in a PR cunt, you can honestly fuck with him
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In May, I spread terrorism, demons come out of me
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I shade these vaginas, so be silent when the master is talking
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I have respect for my recipients, thanks to them there is money for rent
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A fanatic with a talk as if I was possessed by Gaddafi
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And your idols make me laugh as much as faith in them
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I shit on tinsel, I never did music for awards
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I have Orthodox listeners, they still cite me like the Talmut
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And we are still on the attack, I am letting the industry face it
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This kind of show business can suck my dick in public
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I hold a panzerfaust aimed at your fake smile
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The music industry is a whore that reeks of dirty cunt
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In the photos like buddies, a herd of vultures behind your back
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I am standing on the barricade in a balaclava with a flare in my hand
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It's black PR!
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The ballet ends tragically - that is, good ballet
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It was fucking fantastic as I wrote this
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They wrote about us again in bold in the press
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I will keep silent next verse not to say *****
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Once we've gone through the introduction, we'll go through the paragraph
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I don't call the audience, I do it from the stage for the brothers
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And if it doesn't work for you, it's not necessarily my mistake
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You don't have to believe me, but mine will follow me
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And when you saw my step, you saw us all
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Calm, dignified, confident, not too quick step
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Such a district, such a district, such a karma
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Such everyone, such a scene, such a bench
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I still think it's still black PR
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And it still flows like cash when I wind up |