Discord breaks out again
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Knee-deep in these battles to the death
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Someone wanted songs - and in vain,
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Here is a fight for elimination and for argument
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Spitting into what phrases are filled with
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The listener is greedy for fast flow, blood and meat
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Meaning is now the vanity of words, what is needed
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Put in the mouth only chewed, clear
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True face or in mask
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According to the patterns of past years or according to the trend
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Forced or hastily
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You are still dissatisfied permanently
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They themselves grew those seedlings
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Not talent will win, but anyone who seems to them
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There would be a type - and you are caught on live bait
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What will happen next? |
Probably even myself
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God knows what will become
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Quit soar brain
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Let's stand apart with you at full height
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So that my manifesto is rooted in memory
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Put it on repeat - and you froze again
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This is not spam or stuffing, right
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Again put me like and repost in a pair
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So that people know the whole truth about it
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Who's pulling this whole convoy, boy
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I say, leaving things to those
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To whom music is a farce, fun and dance
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I don't need gray hair, because you can see
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And so: this enemy is always among us
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And those for whom this is all nonsense ...
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Are there many of you - I have no data,
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But feel free to click on stop for
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I sing not for you, but for those who are devoted to me
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As if in one we will curl the network
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We are not close, but like neighbors
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Under the new anthem, my not the last
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I need to sing it alone for all
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Words are like bullets, hail
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Walk smart, brother
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After all, any enemy is mine instantly
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Will turn back at my gates
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Second part
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This is not a Battle, but an assault
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Tight tourniquet on the throat
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To go over the heads with a bloody banner, already bad
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This is what people expect from you.
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We are on the edge of crossings
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Count, old man... I can't lie to you,
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But I have to go ahead to
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Save you the need to get your hands dirty
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About who is next in the table
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It's a matter of principle - to throw it off like a trailer
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A stubby mind and face is certainly not a knight
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Arrogance like a peacock or a king
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No one, I'm afraid, has found and
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Drops of talents, you are empty and deprived of them
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Dissil Khovana with DropDad
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Against the background of your cheap -
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They are friends with Potashev
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And the rhymes are indistinct and cottony
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You judged in a hurry and negligently, man
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So hunting dough that your lady has
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2 strips on the test - donated
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Your creed is Creed to clap and vape
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Your core is just a forum hater
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How much heresy is there, I pray, smarter
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Vlad, I beg you, have a conscience at least
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That plague would be struck in the hearth
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I will cast my spell yes children
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So that you can no longer redeem one
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Punch while the audience is silent in the chat
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I saw a rake, another MC ridiculous narcissist
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And if you proclaimed yourself Rhythmabes -
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I will be your rap exorcist |