| 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 |