| What's up, yo? |
| Giuseppe Hard here
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| The Rasta Mafia is here. |
| What's up, baby?
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| Only so-so! |
| Yeah, okay!
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| Someone raised a bark, someone caught a hype
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| Who baits the style, someone tests the kite
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| Someone has been on the topic for a long time, someone is waiting for an invite
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| Looking for a path to success? |
| We have insight
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| The one who breaks the ice will not understand this
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| Quality staff will not reach them
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| Gossip on Periscope, gop-stop rap
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| Fuck a sucker, that's what their strong point is
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| Chinese nikes, likes are screwed up
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| Rubbing for life gloomy narcos
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| Bike after bike, flock in flocks
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| Sofa gangsters with Galkin's humor
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| It's a disease - they will never be enough
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| Stolen everything that once sounded
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| Rap, like fast food, is an illegal tool
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| Has ceased to inspire, as it was in the beginning, mah
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| As it was in the beginning, ma...
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| Like it was in the beginning, yeah!
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| How it was in the beginning, remember
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| Like it was in the beginning, yeah!
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| Like it was in the beginning, hey!
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| As it was in the beginning, ah!
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| As it was in the beginning, ah!
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| How it was in the beginning!
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| It was in the beginning, it was in the beginning
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| When the beats with meaning rocked
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| There were no paddocks, because we just dreamed
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| Did things while others stuck around
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| We were not loved, they growled at us
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| Haters from all over the country sharpened katana
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| Now they obliviously storm the canals
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| And while we are underground, we inspire gourmets
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| A million ideas for music vandals
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| Hundreds of new portals in the space of options
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| Experience for centuries, and this is not enough for us
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| Seventeen years have passed and this is just the beginning
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| Just the beginning, just the beginning
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| The magic of poetry on the verge of the astral
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| So that it gives you goosebumps
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| A new wave is rocking the quarters
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| Ye, shakes the quarters, shakes the quarters
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| So that it gives you goosebumps
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| The magic of poetry on the verge of the astral
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| A new wave is rocking the quarters
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| Rocks the quarters, baby
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| Rocks the quarters, uh
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| Rocks the quarters, yeah, man
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| Rocks the quarters
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| Rocks the quarters, rocks the quarters
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| From top floors to dark basements
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| From backwoods slums to trendy lobbies
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| From family vans to fast sports cars
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| In clubs and bars, on the beach, in gyms
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| Make the sound louder to sound tighter
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| Move your body to the beat, as if nothing had happened
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| Rasta Mafia Sending Signals
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| Sends signals
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| Move your body to the beat, as if nothing had happened
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| So that it gives you goosebumps
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| A new wave is rocking the quarters
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| Rocks the quarters, rocks the quarters
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| Move your body to the beat, as if nothing had happened
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| So that it gives you goosebumps
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| How it was in the beginning
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| What's up, yo
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| Skrrt!
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| Keep dancing
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| Skrrt! |