| The frenzied quest of these poisoned places, the fucking stone forest
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| A field of miracles, where for reasons and without, each for his own interest
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| They get into the mix, but they get under pressure, I start the process
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| Moving your carcasses tracks like telekinesis (one more time)
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| The frenzied quest of these poisoned places, the fucking stone forest
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| A field of miracles, where for reasons and without, each for his own interest
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| They get into the mix, but they get under pressure, I start the process
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| Moving your carcasses tracks like telekinesis
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| Where did you fly? |
| There is metal on my body, pour this girl into a glass
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| The city is not small, here every second has seen the streets and crime
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| Schemes, moves, cops and quick cash
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| The gray area is like a fucking trap
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| Where the boys will draw a movement to stuff your pocket with this dirty paper
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| The city does not favor the weak and timid
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| People lock in boxes
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| While you dreamed of blowing it did
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| Kids with a fucker in tattoos
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| The city pulls its nets into this sea of people
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| I go my way, bitch get out of my way
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| The frenzied quest of these poisoned places, the fucking stone forest
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| A field of miracles, where for reasons and without, each for his own interest
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| They get into the mix, but they get under pressure, I start the process
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| Moving your carcasses tracks like telekinesis
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| Everyone around wants to be successful in these blocks
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| Strongly everyone wants to be rich in these blocks
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| Locking themselves in a boring cocoon and dreaming of win a lotto
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| We fly in the clouds, and you praise your swamp (bitch)
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| The numbers are zero, there are so few for everyone, people go on a frantic run
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| The city breeds pets, don't believe this city breeds them all
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| Whoever can in these corridors is trying to survive in the perimeter of the walls
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| Native cold poor block
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| Where are all ninety-nine problems
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| ninety nine problems
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| Dark night to the sound of sirens
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| We are those who have been told since childhood that there is not enough space under the sun for everyone
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| And they didn't lie at all
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| Lost block like stone captivity
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| Where every second wanders around
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| We were making style while you were fucking
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| The frenzied quest of these poisoned places, the fucking stone forest
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| A field of miracles, where for reasons and without, each for his own interest
|
| They get into the mix, but they get under pressure, I start the process
|
| Moving your carcasses tracks like telekinesis
|
| Everyone around wants to be successful in these blocks
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| Strongly everyone wants to be rich in these blocks
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| Locking themselves in a boring cocoon and dreaming of win a lotto
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| We fly in the clouds, and you praise your swamp |