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 |