You go and value the cake of your hand!
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Drink ayran, tarums, you bastard!
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However, you are always six empty barrels,
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It's like your type says "Let's go",
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Mister vain idea, useless partridge,
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You planted parsley in the rap field,
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Your bastard is always disconnected,
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Couldn't make an equation everyone hectic
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I ain't got no days off, no thinking
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And music runs through my veins, this genetic
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Play again, play again, play again
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There's no rule let's dive into my rap
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Control forward and backward and look ahead of the road
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Thinking about tomorrow and yesterday and throw the dust into the smoke
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My creator gives me the power, I take it and write
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Your place is alik market, go dive into a sea
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Open your heart, add your soul
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A thin line between everything
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a taste before you say anything
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Either one step or shut your door and lie down
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If you ride upside down, it goes wrong
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A thin line between everyone
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He who knows himself immediately proves
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Come on step or shut your door and lie down
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Here, the difference is seven times
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A thin line between everything
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A taste before you say anything
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Or one step or shut your door and lie down
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Rap hard yeah same MMA Fight
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My phenomenon yes, yes my rap is always tight
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The name of the person whose ego hits the ceiling is also a coward
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We'll fly out of here if only it were Pegasus
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It's no joke, don't break this trade
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The inspiration given to you is more than you receive
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I have a lot of metaphors, the subject is very
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The biggest difference seen in these streets
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Get out, ask me, be clean, find the way and come on
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There is no time, there is chaos.
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Stand back, if you eat what's given the situation
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Just go and then wear whatever you wear.
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Our life is like a movie
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Every single day passes before my eyes
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Yes, the summary of my rap is enough for most of them
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Mine are all real but the rest is a role
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Open your heart, add your soul
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A thin line between everything
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a taste before you say anything
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Either one step or shut your door and lie down
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If you ride upside down, it goes wrong
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A thin line between everyone
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He who knows himself immediately proves
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Come on step or shut your door and lie down
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Here, the difference is seven times
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A thin line between everything
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A taste before you say anything
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Or one step or shut your door and lie down
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If there's no micro, give me a megaphone
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Verse me the megaphone po-po-po-pop
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Rap in a way is a problem, rapping a team is tough
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Look, a ton of amps between two beats
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My wind, let's blow like crazy
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Cross out monotonous words
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Every cock that crows untimely is cut
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Both his voice is cut off and he is defeated, he gives up
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Don't ask me, "Oh my God, what's going on"!
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Everyone is doing their job, many by force
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There's a ship on the horizon and it's full of pirates
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His regiment is cowardly, he has no heart if you ask me
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Watch every step you take
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Know where you step, don't give up
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And all the pain you've tasted is a lesson to you
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This order is always wrong, come on and a sound
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Open your heart, add your soul
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A thin line between everything
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a taste before you say anything
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Either one step or shut your door and lie down
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If you ride upside down, it goes wrong
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A thin line between everyone
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He who knows himself immediately proves
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Come on step or shut your door and lie down
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Here, the difference is seven times
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A thin line between everything
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A taste before you say anything
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Or one step or shut your door and lie down |