B-ba-da-what did he promise me-i-in
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I'm going to die but I still live
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T-o I have to die but I'll live ha-a-clear
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You pimped the music, you smashed it away
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Then you go crazy, it's your feeling to try
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Try and still you are nothing, brat your Everest
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Yes, we are the most enthusiastic, your elitist type is the fuck
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You all are talent for one
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So die, live, why do you always fuck Rap?
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Come back, go, what do you need back?
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Your wrong direction, your place still you know
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Of course we are a bit too much for their minimal perception
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Especially we are a coincidence, if we believe, wouldn't we?
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Once upon a time we got stubborn with life
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We were a little naive, we wrote a book with hip-hop and suddenly we became gods
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We worry about your problems, we don't leave sick and prescribe medicine
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And we find the money somehow, we don't go hungry
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My pocket is full of albums and parties June, May
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Which my money ends in August, so we can't write it simple
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We are on the remembered lines, we are with attractive women
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If we sink, we will not be found strange, unfortunately we will not be remembered
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We are in utopian tomorrows, we accelerated with melodic steps
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We are in the clear
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(Sheikh Ordinaryus)
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If we burn, we won't stay sober, you sit and sober
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And we don't look bad either
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We are lost in dreams accompanied by smoke
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After all, we are rappers and we are not condemned no matter what we do.
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I have to die but I still live, I usurped fate
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It's obvious that I will burn, my dear, let my flame burn
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Come to the rush, take the body, what did you promise me?
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Trample for a claim, you imprisoned me here
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They watch my weak moment, they want to put it in the morgue
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Contra-flows to colpa compradors being an afterthought
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One day they will force this shit, they will be afraid of it
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Horlar ambient, Shayn ambient forest
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Neck toys in grass or, medium grass Hip-Hop montophones
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All the same lathe copies, portta portal!
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(Come with us) Don't be a part of this big game
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Chisel inside out DJ Artz plays the body
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I'm homeless like a hawk
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Who is friend, who is business? |
Tell me who the wolf, the lamb!
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Find my fault, ambush
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Gun to me music exceeds plan
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Not for us motto (A nightmare!)
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You're a dream until you wake up
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Pull you, (Bitches!) 'til you wake up
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My head adapting you all
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He who hears our praise from this collar to this collar
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Rounds rhyme hasan (Follow me!)
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The yield will be written into this or the water
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Let me warn you whoops
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The aga who turns a blind eye to my mistakes is next to me
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Warn me, boo me too
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Huh, how much is the procession candle?
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How much did you pay?
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How much for that puppet?
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None of your own though a single track word
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Rap-disabled rapper coach of this industry
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Razor, missing silk fedora pulled up to her sweetshirt
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Control freak! |
Rule MCs Krang eye (well!)
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Murder scene
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You got the point bro caress your head assholes
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You may have thought, I have a solution, I will not blame you
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Of course it's good, my dear, as long as your partner finds money
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(I also shook one as they hit me)
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Real Hip-Hop! |
In this beat, Artz is like Premo!
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style war trichotillomanic
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Beat like Alaska frigo, Artz like Premo!
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Marşandiz Hip-Hop, farz kanki free in Hip-Hop!
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No news Ais there bi' finito the rest non stop trip yo!
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A whole bunch of stalks'!
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I have to die but I still live, I usurped fate
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It's obvious that I will burn, my dear, let my flame burn
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Come to the rush, take the body, what did you promise me?
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Trample for a claim, you imprisoned me here
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(Give way, O Lord)
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I have to die but I still live, I usurped fate
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It's obvious that I will burn, my dear, let my flame burn
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Come to the rush, take the body, what did you promise me?
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Trample for a claim, you imprisoned me here
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(Give way, O Lord) |