Uskudar, West Berlin
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Girls come to Rap
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micro emin at Ayben
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fuat concrete floor
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Ayben
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Gay Couldn't Touch This Rap
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Couldn't read this
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Hey you DJ, it's a must to cut your tongue out
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Don't die without hearing this Rap
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Wait for the council decision bitch you are nothing
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I lost my right to beat then my only answer to his SMS was fuck it
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Shut up rap couldn't be yours give up (Cut!)
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Surprised you couldn't find your match
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Couldn't she wake up wack don't cry every day sister
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Try rapping come on attack me I'll diss me again
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My name is Ayben Rap one word, what is left?
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Habt angst wor mir, be scared of me
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It wasn't long before we were trapped again
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But no seeing me in the fig tree
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It's hard for anyone who fights with their jeans and wants to be heard
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Unfortunately, every viable view is the same.
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Every certified filth makes me nauseous
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Uskudar, West Berlin
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Girls come to Rap
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micro emin at Ayben
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fuat concrete floor
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Saw came knocked down the raps
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Without scratching the notebook, without cracking the skull
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Cracking comes out of the moment, but blood foot
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slingshot face worshiping America
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Teams are offered to the Grand Vizier!
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Zeytinburnu sila, get out of the cave
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Fettan, not pessimist, get it!
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Spend money pale, lean on the snow cold
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It falls to the ground, old man, it opens, protect it, my girl, patience
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Hand chokes, but you're a pig, coach
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Playback your end is no joke
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There is a mistake Fuat broke the neck
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Our rap business is play with Mic Check
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He gave carrion to the knee-deep sacrificial sheep (meee)
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Critical to lyric, political to analytics, platinum to organic, gelatinous to aesthetic
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Keratin for academia, static for economy, practical for electricity
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O Rap's name may be rotten in a single type
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I wanted to be silly but it didn't work
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You memorized my name in writing, but I did not steal words like you My own notebook,
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my own pen
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my style, my own language
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My words are my ingenuity, I'm a humble girl MC, I'm sorry I don't write for nothing
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I told
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The birds told me I know
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They were telling yet, but I wanted to rap and I didn't listen
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Uskudar, West Berlin
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Girls come to Rap
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micro emin at Ayben
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fuat concrete floor |