Listen, Dad, the world is fed up with sad rap
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I leave you with a bright face, a gaping mouth - I'm a dentist
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But I don't look into any mouth, I look into hers with a broken eye
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And I walk around with her on my knees, like a blog star
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DOC - dust, more often than Sahara and Gobi
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You don't understand, I'm a myth, see? |
goblins may also appear
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Robin Hood also appears, he takes everything from your pockets
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Yes, he gives them back to you, because you are the poorest brother
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I exhale rolls of thick smoke, not being a boss
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I took out car parts like a bad road
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It should sound nice like my cell phone
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Rape them like my baby
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Don't ask how much I smoke, keep up the good work
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My style? |
Take a look at YouTube or Vimeo
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Your style is sub, on a video remote control
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I'm not saddened by the sad, the sausages, the muffins
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But they only come, and the public jumps in the air like paratroopers
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Wherever you see me, you don't even have to see me
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I know you're researching me, what do you want to know?
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Believe me, that's what I want to be
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Stop me now, it's too late
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These are dance pieces, they move your neurons
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The synapses are in good shape, like Luca Toni and Dona Doni
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You burn her with a family of gabors, like Moni
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All casters, only the epigones, in bad writing like the Slavons
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All slaves, I'll see you with the broken pyramid
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Bandaged like pharaohs,
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Full of bruises, with eyes as small as the Japanese
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To straighten your lipomas, you have more ice on your head than the Lapps
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They appear with Sony right, on Sony Bravia, down from Skoda Octavia
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Black suits, black glasses, like the Mafia
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Champagne and caviar, until I reach the bottom of the bag and feel the raffia.
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I live like Paf, and if I die, I send my ghost
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To release 2 more albums before he sends me
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I knock back and take 2 more to another world
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The same name, Deliric, the same dume - it's caterincă
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You've been making the same jokes since I knew you
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Now. |
let go, really!
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Wherever you see me, you don't even have to see me
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I know you're researching me, what do you want to know?
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Believe me, that's what I want to be
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Stop me now, it's too late
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Yes Yes. |
I know, each with his own rap, but practically
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Many are below average, as the teacher's signature
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Their style is static, I make them drunk even after a pound of Scandic
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You break up, you do skandenberg with Oncescu, Daddy
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My rap is a Bugatti when it touches asphalt
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Keep calm, your gram is 0.4, keep your gram!
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Blessed is the fat man, you say, Babanu's plow
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With Draga Olteanu, Big-Bang's child with Tamara Buciuceanu
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This is a flow of gravity, and the ocean is flowing. '
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Are you watching my blowjob? |
You see I'm wearing an eyelash
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Cioaca, we have to smoke, because otherwise we become crisis
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And MC dies on his head, like the detected lice
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And I fly them off your feet, you say they're shaved hair
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I fly you from culture like crows, how many of you resist ?!
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I see everyone disguised as masks
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When it comes to smoking 3 geese on a nail
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Wherever you see me, you don't even have to see me
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I know you're researching me, what do you want to know?
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Believe me, that's what I want to be
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Stop me now, it's too late |