I can sum it up in one word my job is rap
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This Cash Flow does not fall, my son, cake
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I have no business with you no wack
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The dice cannot come near me
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Let me have the rifle in my hand again, rap
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I sewed Bacardi right in front of me
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Bornova's roads are always bumpy
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This is the only real hip-hop
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Give it a try, get a job
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If there is no talent, we have a job.
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What is the use of entering 10 backs?
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how unbalanced you are mc
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Diss on one hand
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peace on the other side
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Those who tease us can't drive
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In this period, our opponent lost 5−1
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Shame on you, you fucked the bowl you ate
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I broke the usual words on you
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I'm sick of dogs diss on the internet
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I stuffed my money in your pocket while I was wandering the streets
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I fucked everyone who did it wrong with 1 million
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There is also the pier, look at the sea in front of you
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We are the only one on the west side in Turkey.
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If you want to challenge everyone
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Shut up if you haven't been drinking
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I can sum it up in one word my job is rap
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This Cash Flow does not fall, my son, cake
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I have no business with you no wack
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The dice cannot come near me
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Let me have the rifle in my hand again, rap
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I sewed Bacardi right in front of me
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Bornova's roads are always bumpy
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This is the only real hip-hop
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You were our friend a few years ago today
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We spent a lot of time, you forgot, you gave tobacco, you sulked
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I was holding on I guess I should have asked for myself
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You should have stopped, now we were at the split, you talked too much
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We are aware of everything, you be comfortable
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Plenty of fake kolpa rappers in the market triangle
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We did a favor, we supported, he did a mean role
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In the middle of the arguments could not find the way
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All you knew was to throw mud and leave a trace
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You always hide your identity, I understand it was hard
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You're afraid that the barking dog won't bite
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Don't throw reverse gear let's fight one on one
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The real hip-hop market doesn't break
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You can't find yourself, no personality
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It's like we're fed up now everything seems like a game
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These are my last words, now go undress
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I can sum it up in one word my job is rap
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This Cash Flow does not fall, my son, cake
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I have no business with you no wack
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The dice cannot come near me
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Let me have the rifle in my hand again, rap
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I sewed Bacardi right in front of me
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Bornova's roads are always bumpy
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This is the only real hip-hop |