The floor is concrete. |
He is silent with Akineton
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Verin looks at the skeleton with a coin look
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One shot fires the range
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Come, your existence will turn white
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Explodes case explodes in every head
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Makes it by five, multiplies by four
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Tar is a mushroom with a scale, this is a barbarian tartar
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It circulates, gargles with battery acid
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It's broken, colonel. |
Carryall. |
damage every minute
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Sarars became tulips without wilting
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I see a bowl and persevere
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I don't break from trees, Christmas comes and passes
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In Berlin, they don't call the azan from the mosque, kismet
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They don't touch the wounded on the ground, just note
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Fuat quit Rap (Never, never!)
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Come and mourn, tubs fill up, age
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He sets fire to fire with yeksin gas
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MCs to be harvested are wheat and barley
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I think Rap will not leave this one legal at all.
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I threw a fishing rod, it didn't stay in the sea, the mullet didn't dive
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My collective words, you had it, it didn't happen.
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You were too much in the sea, you became sand, and Fuat is illegal.
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I think Rap will not leave this one legal at all.
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I threw a fishing rod, it didn't stay in the sea, the mullet didn't dive
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My collective words, you had it, it didn't happen.
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You were a lot in the sea, you became sand, if punishment is illegal
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Get Feyz, fear my rap and buy me purple haze
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Panic and run. |
The rest is fortune telling
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His is a lot of money and a skinny B-Boy
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I don't have a grudge to look at your face
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Your team's rap is good anyway half price of your tag is your Rap
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It turns like a whirling dervish, but I will return to lies and truth.
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Close the window. |
This is illegal, there is no wind
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I pray that I don't get off my tongue. |
night is mine
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Rap that I spell is your crop
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Wait it's harvest time I'll come back home
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Burning time and close to cash or henna
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He can't stand Fuat and me, who are running for victory
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I became myself on this note
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I've lost every single route
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There was no bait on the fishing rods
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A single army in Bosphorus
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There was a refrain at the points
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This serenade I made was the only way about love, the samturage was Ayben
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I think Rap has only one meal, no exceptions.
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A microphone in one hand and a question in your eyes
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You became a king and mate came tarumar
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If you sat in the sea Rap Ocean Ayben is illegal
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Rap Genius Turkey |