| Bye bye bye bye again me
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| Hi guys whats up
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| Comment and like at
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| This is the my rhyme my time
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| I'm fine
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| throws about me but no source
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| I couldn't finish these
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| Their heads are sparkling high fly
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| Proves itself by prolonging the topics by demagogy
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| But of course that's the tire in the frost
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| For us, their flow is simple
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| We look at her and say her styles are like plastic balls
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| There is no acknowledgment from the likes of me for the renegades who see money and worship it like you.
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| I focus on my goal and produce
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| I spend every day with this, there is no tactic
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| Bam bam bam!
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| Surrounded by 4 side cannibals
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| I see them all with their faces masked
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| All kolpa v mushrooms
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| They said you stole your flow from elanur
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| They said what was the tsunami
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| Are these goods? |
| I do not know
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| I produce, I never stop, it's me again
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| Of course I'll talk if I'm right
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| What you say is always far from logic
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| Don't slur if you opened your mouth to me
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| Be open, shout out the truth
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| Some people are actually jealous
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| Looking at me with envy
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| You've lost your mind
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| Of course the tsunami is number one today
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| I'm like gasoline, there's no fire without me
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| Give me the beats, we'll block those words |
| You'll get tired of seeing colorful types, you'll go crazy
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| wet play come back
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| Those who don't like us, come to yourself
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| I was the rapper who landed on the sneaks like a nightmare
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| Like an arrogant fly
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| But it gets on my nerves
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| If you come between my two hands, the rest is coma
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| Don't look back, you're exaggerating
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| You fluffed the cotton candy too much
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| The voices are cut off, you have no right
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| But you spoiled the shapers too much
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| OK, you always win.
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| But know that we are all in one cauldron
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| They always infiltrate my horizon to make money
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| Do we always have to take sides?
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| We are impulsive, our blood does not stop, we frown
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| How many of you stand upright when you don't have a roof or a row?
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| This is not unusual
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| Tire bursts started in the last lane, now the taste of this race
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| Bitches will surely tease you tomorrow
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| The lions have never been interfered with
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| I don't have insurance, years have passed and my conscience is my friends' retirees
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| rap worker at a young age
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| Don't let me insist on empty words for nothing.
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| Some things always confuse
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| Stuck you behind empty heads
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| Show this film on my bloody wrist
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| Buy me an expensive ticket
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| I'm a rusty sword
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| But even my blindness is sharper than a scalpel |
| If it's rape, unfortunately, nothing can help me calm
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| Your tests are not empty for me
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| Will I choose that oronthesis?
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| Skin by skin encyclopedia
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| Fills us in the opening parenthesis
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| yes dear this is the truth
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| Most of it is fiction now
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| old school hip hop spirit
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| I carry this pride for a lifetime
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| Everyone knows himself
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| The world is asleep, this is also a dream
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| All a back me again
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| Not again dude it's me again
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| famous
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| Name of the game rangers
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| It's time for revenge
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| Hip-hop transplant if assumed
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| direct connection to your blood
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| No way up one direction
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| Youth high abundant action
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| But it's empty all around the production
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| We can't agree, sorry z
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| We can't transfer, sorry z
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| I think we need a guide for the villages that are visible now.
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| Stale of obsolete talents
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| Talibiz to the dusty shelf
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| Then we got up again
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| Oasis in the Turkish rap desert
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| Escalade line kasharlaş yacht zibar uman
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| Nara cut is the only one who decides
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| He came out of the cap, look, it's a lie
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| Relative bud gain speed cornering
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| The man you ignore is the event that will make history
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| whose disciples are very poor
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| I write, I won't shut up bich
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| Can Göksel says new to every cringe
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| It fell in the parameter so
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| Our culture became a pod list |
| The money came so sweet
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| If we're going to write, let's write it
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| Your cancer audience liked it, became our listener, engineer
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| Head line bass git lan our job is crime day
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| Again, gang in accepts quickly
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| Your music is equal to us, take heart with consent, come do not climb with your death
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| The cards are scattered look fast
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| Puma at the bottom of the tsunami
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| From Arafat to the Day of Judgment, from the desert to the water, from the oasis |