I'm starting my rare repobil again
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It plays a beat and smokes pridobrin
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I like to drown so that my head swings to the rhythm
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And on the mirror pendant bulletgrims
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The road up and down is no reason to stop
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So it's hard to talk to me without a beat
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Well, here he is, and here I am, well, all brothers hold on
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How long have I not seen you fucking life
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Steep turns and long turns
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How did not resist had to work
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Runny sandwich and secondary tea
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Native mural overgrown with burdock
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One like Jackie Chan against a crowd of various cases
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And without a stuntman I run from them along the wall
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When it grabs I smear with a thick layer of smoke honey
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All this fuss does not allow you to check out the moment
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Sometimes there is no smoke and thoughts boil in the mind
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And I even write rap as I fill out a document
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I'm focused it's very frivolous meng
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Write rap without smoke how to work when you haven't eaten
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Son, you got sick, this must be overcome
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And I go once a month to check into the office
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It's very unpleasant when a policeman
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Rings at your door and says come ride with me
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Fucked it to endure the fuck power where is the legalize
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Everything you came up with is total bullshit.
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They would ask me or my guys
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And we would explain to you on our fingers how
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I'm starting my rare rapbil again
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It plays a beat and smokes pridobrin
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I like to drown so that my head swings to the rhythm
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And on the mirror pendant bulletgrims
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Well, so normal full drunk cool
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I think I will not quit when I become gray-haired
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This shit is tied not a bit and not cut
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Sometimes more often, sometimes less often, but for now we keep the brand
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The dream still dawns strong tide fresh
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My forest farm is mixed with this hip-hop
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I'm always weighed in speech for three years already on foot
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Past one-story buildings under the soft rattle of snow
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Five years in the same clothes, I do not follow fashion
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I'm not a fanatic for building muscles somewhere under the skin
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A bit slow on weekends maybe
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I don’t go out on business wearing a mask and taking a knife
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Seemingly a simple passer-by I read everything about the same
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I do what I have to, I eat what they put
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Lived some life and gained some profit
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I do not loosen the reins, although the pros are relaxed
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I brewed strong coffee with love blinded the lines
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My dope rhyme blocks build skyscrapers with them
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I don’t like snot in songs I didn’t wear a strict tuxedo
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I appreciate the origins of the style, I spin in this like a dreadlock
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I'm starting my rare rapbil again
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It plays a beat and smokes pridobrin
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I like to drown so that my head swings to the rhythm
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And on the mirror pendant bulletgrims |