You know sometimes you gotta run, not knowing why, not seeing the loss
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Bury the shame
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This is the only cost it destroys the emphasis shocks the fiction much grief
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The war starts to look and destroy, pull out soldier and take a trench
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My project is Middle East genocide, my river is Middle East blood red,
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my take away middle east last line
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There is no life, it's a shame
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Show me a way how it will be, not because it can't happen first
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Tell me about it first, scream like crazy and work it out
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Time passes but time remains
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Whatever happened, it couldn't be an ointment on my wound, anyway, here's the possible thought
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6th sense is hatred
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Capsized mind chambers are the wealth of the original mecnun
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Whether it's fate or mind game, this is the payoff and payoff of this power where I reside.
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without being able to hold on to the other side
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Broken soul comes a voice hold on a bit
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On the other hand, it's clear, I'm out of my mind, I'm not crazy, listen carefully,
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your mind will be confused, these dice and life are gambling
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Get up and worry, sit down
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Will the troubles end even if you say "let it be over"?
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Locked self reproach
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Even if you are patient, the troubles will end
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Alas, who shall we hear, alas, whom shall we follow?
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Let's stop in a good place
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Or let's find a solution
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Get up and worry, sit down
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Will the troubles end even if you say "let it be over"?
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Locked self reproach
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Even if you are patient, the troubles will end
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Alas, who shall we hear, alas, whom shall we follow?
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Let's stop in a good place
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Or let's find a solution
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If you dive into a palaspandıra, they put on a leash, if they catch one, you press whatever trump card
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Do you have any mean? |
Stone, scissors, paper also do not save
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Find the land, take the money, branch to the palace
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Oil remains in one hand and honey in the other
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It's been day by day.
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Always think, my anthem was the rap of the stone
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Life is everywhere and always on the road
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Everybody's sitting against the moon, I'm against the future, right against the future
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Days are passing, our time is running out, the one who criticizes thinks he is the only one.
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the way it kills
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But the grim reaper takes all kinds of souls
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Some are digital, some with watches, I'm educated, someone is bald, someone is fake.
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If you can go, there is no recipe, who is in front of forty thieves?
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There is orgy dances
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I'm always calm, Arab girl looks out the window
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But the American missile will come and take it, don't be evil, you take a taxi
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This is not the Rap I make, this is the soup I add salt to the rap
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all of us
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The handle is not in the broken cube, our treasure is ice this season, it is necessary not to make any noise
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Even if it means giving up
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sound from underground
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This time, we will pierce against anyone who will come out and crush them with one heart.
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Get up and worry, sit down
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Will the troubles end even if you say "let it be over"?
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Locked self reproach
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Even if you are patient, the troubles will end
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Alas, who shall we hear, alas, whom shall we follow?
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Let's stop in a good place
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Or let's find a solution
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Get up and worry, sit down
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Will the troubles end even if you say "let it be over"?
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Locked self reproach
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Even if you are patient, the troubles will end
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Alas, who shall we hear, alas, whom shall we follow?
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Let's stop in a good place
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Or let's find a solution
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You know, sometimes you have to stop, without knowing the longing, without longing, without seeing the evening
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Showing the flow of this against his new embroidery
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Seven continents unite for his name, let's cut the soul, let's go for the blood
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For some veils, oil filled with oil, never mind your filth, if that's what you want
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Ask for terror, want death, destroy and say "it's not enough"
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The target that can bury my martyr in the shroud is like the imf of the dead mass.
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Slave mass won't give a turn
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In my country, your work is done by giving money.
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I don't want the past that is engraved in my consciousness, the dirt of the first one belongs to this rider's desire.
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without reaching
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Alas, there is a war with fire and my cartridge.
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Get up everybody take cover
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The machete wedge, his name, money, needs a special initial on a separate shelf,
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The world is yours, the world is mine, and whose world is it?
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Let's set it, come on!
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Smother again, this wound is deep, scratch like crazy come on
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Always the same agenda, this coke wants usurpation
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Adds a new subject such as gossip to this drama while there are those who give orders and manage from that track
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out of jail
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Get up and worry, sit down
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Will the troubles end even if you say "let it be over"?
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Locked self reproach
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Even if you are patient, the troubles will end
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Alas, who shall we hear, alas, whom shall we follow? |
Let's stop in a good place
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Or let's find a solution
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Get up and worry, sit down
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Will the troubles end even if you say "let it be over"?
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Locked self reproach
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Even if you are patient, the troubles will end
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Alas, who shall we hear, alas, whom shall we follow?
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Let's stop in a good place
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Or let's find a solution
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The sun never rises from today to yesterday
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Boss said get up, wrestle
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And what is this unchangeable business from day to day, is a bird perched on your reign?
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A God who does not fall, who will defend himself in the war with the nafs?
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It is your turn to ask me questions, it will be your turn, now get down.
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We'll catch the one who lies next to you, we'll pay the one who squats, the screwer is bedridden
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thank you
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Whoever has a solid team will turn upside down, this Rap is immaculate
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This Rap game cannot be played for money, young people always benefit in the underground
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It's not disco dancing, it's your height, psychopathy is dead Rap is alive
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Come on, grab me by the collar and throw me away, come on, my piggy bank is in my last coin pocket.
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And karafaki, the place of the black sea, will be full in ten years, but who cares?
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You ignore it and still run, Don't wait at the punishment place, the end of this is very bad
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Neither his hand, nor his tongue, nor his bald spots are the chin of a useless person.
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I looked in the mirror and said laugh, and even if we wanted thorns, we can't stop in life, there is no brake
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And the sea milk port before the tsunami and the life after the tsunami are annoying
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Enemy block the way, it doesn't matter, plug it, your pains are over, heaven is your mother
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You cried a lot, don't cry for me, stay white, but don't be black |