Even though months and years pass, I will still come, I will keep my promise
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Talk as much as you can throw
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Your stance with us, this is an old formation
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Your trouble is that you turn around in the same place to bring us down
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I do nothing like it, I flow, I look, I put it in your head
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Or I spill the gas and burn it
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I'll put your money with you, I'll throw the wood
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I decode it and get a lot of it
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To the chorus that gets your type in your thing
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Copy us without stopping, that's it
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Is that enough for you to know me?
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If you think about it, you know these places.
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I'll trap the person holding the microphone
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Come kitty kitty, Gucci Gucci gang
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They say to me "Are you crazy?"
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And also give me what I want
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Hurry up or else this game will burn
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Bats fly over you and you get what you want
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Because these men meet and it gets dark
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In a moment, the eye does not see and does not accept everyone.
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Our crew is made up of valiants
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Run, run, that's from 59 Hamm
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What you called "Trouble" was my homie, it won't fall off me
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And there will be no issue from the one who turns back and stays on the road
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I saw fighting tirelessly from my ancestor
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Come on, hurry to the ground
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I put the bullet in rap's mouth
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Sirdav, Defkhan comes to mind
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we have no similar
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Don't call me "money" money is a lie homie
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The important thing is what's left of him, the homie
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This track punches your head homie
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we have no similar
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Come on, hurry to the ground
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I put the bullet in rap's mouth
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Sirdav, Defkhan comes to mind
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we have no similar
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Don't call me "money" money is a lie homie
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The important thing is what's left of him, the homie
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This track punches your head homie
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we have no similar
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My road is trouble, I used to say hip hop
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Branch with me underground, deepest
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Let's go to the oceans, I've got action
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Everybody's shit but there's nothing like it (A, a)
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Concrete on the ground becomes hard
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Let's continue until you write 'end' man
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Armed with the sword, commander
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I do it in the smoke, it's transferred from the ear
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From afar, servants await my departure
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Whoever distributes these cards has the Right to distribute them
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Wings broken but flying high
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Artis kanacks putting tanks on narrow roads
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Hammcity complex
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Rap takes shape here, it goes a long way
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Makes a def and throws it in the back of your mind
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Whoever notices is impressed, cheats
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(Kolpa wanders) The vagrant is on the street a lot.
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Shoot like an arrow, chase after the money
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There's a way that trumps the synthetic one
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One pose, one beat, one microphone
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Here's a little fame game
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Isn't that exactly what you want, baby?
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Let me give you money easily, what can I say to you?
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Try any shit for like
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This is not the reward of labor
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let me show you
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Come on, hurry to the ground
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I put the bullet in rap's mouth
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Sirdav, Defkhan comes to mind
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we have no similar
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Don't call me "money" money is a lie homie
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The important thing is what's left of him, the homie
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This track punches your head homie
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we have no similar
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Come on, hurry to the ground
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I put the bullet in rap's mouth
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Sirdav, Defkhan comes to mind
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we have no similar
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Don't call me "money" money is a lie homie
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The important thing is what's left of him, the homie
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This track punches your head homie
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we have no similar
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(Come on, run quickly to the ground)
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(I put the bullet in rap's mouth)
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(Sirdav, Defkhan comes to mind)
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(We have no similar)
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(Don't call me "Money", money is a lie homie)
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(The important thing is the remaining homie of him)
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(This track punches a hole in your head, homie)
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(We have no similar) |