Rude boy me, bad boy you in bur
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The atmosphere is gone here
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This time Hate, a scalpel in their hands
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Fuchs and Penalty such as crime and punishment
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Look, the punishment is detached and bur here.
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It fell with my torpedo here all the copils on the ground
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They're all worthless fossils
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There is no order in any of them, in micro ner?
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Fikri will speak in bur
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There has been a revolution in music, you will love it
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Similar to the climax of orgasm
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Here's your profit, I'm a human, neither a king, nor a sovereign
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It makes a difference 'cause in rap I'm an exception
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This Rap creates a vibrating effect on each of my enemies.
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I couldn't see my enemy once either
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I know it's all cracked, blatantly blown by secret tricks
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They all barked like a scared dog
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Rude boy me, bad boy you in bur
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The atmosphere is gone here
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This time Hate, a scalpel in their hands
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Fuchs and Penalty such as crime and punishment
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Rude boy me, bad boy you in bur
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The atmosphere is gone here
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This time Hate, a scalpel in their hands
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Fuchs and Penalty such as crime and punishment
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There is an aphrodisiac effect in this rap, were you too little?
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Here, this microphone is yours, this is my sweat
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Grasp tight, hysterical and fantasy thoughts are yours
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Don't be too naked, it's so cool, you get cold, look it's surreal
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I got on my ship, all around me is the sea
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Am I late? |
It's all around me, look at the moss
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This is a work of that wind that comes late
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My sail is on, my wind is on, if anyone asks, I'm on my way, my route is over
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This is the last page that will end the adventure.
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Only my dreams and I will be defeated
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I was not defeated, I swayed but I did not fall
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I am life, I am destiny, I am human, this is my blessing
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There are no nights without moon, if the image is always black
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The sea disappears in the middle of the forest
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Once you see, you're not there
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Maybe we'll meet in my dreams
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My wind is enough, the work you hear blowing from the desert
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Rude boy me, bad boy you in bur
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The atmosphere is gone here
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This time Hate, a scalpel in their hands
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Fuchs and Penalty such as crime and punishment
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Rude boy me, bad boy you in bur
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The atmosphere is gone here
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This time Hate, a scalpel in their hands
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Fuchs and Penalty such as crime and punishment
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Shadows, roses and leaves
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Pour it in my way so that it's autumn
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I draw dates in one breath
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Let the evils be in my name, stop!
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No, let the bird of luck land on us
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No, I couldn't reach the cheeky days
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My clock's ticking, ticking, ticking, ah
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That's enough, now pay attention to this
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Psychological attacks vice
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Pen and paper in my hand, I opened it up, lie down
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How many times is it lost?
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I told the leaves, again her name is fox
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Know that now we have a long way to go
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They hit my tongue but I still vomited
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Pen and paper in my hand, I'm drowning in the line
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Even if everyone comes, I was set on this road
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Rude boy me, bad boy you in bur
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The atmosphere is gone here
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This time Hate, a scalpel in their hands
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Fuchs and Penalty such as crime and punishment
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Rude boy me, bad boy you in bur
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The atmosphere is gone here
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This time Hate, a scalpel in their hands
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Fuchs and Penalty such as crime and punishment |