The rhythm frees my head like a magazine
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It has a well, there is no bottom bastard
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Shock boat to the beach with the machine in my hand
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Dreams send the shroud on holiday
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The rhythm frees my head like a magazine
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It has a well, there is no bottom bastard
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Shock boat to the beach with the machine in my hand
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Dreams send the shroud on holiday
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Open the door, I'm here
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Fill the glasses with the syrup
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One in the disco, the other in mourning
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tide in mind rooms
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Whoever is having fun, those who suspend their conscience have a barbecue
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Ill-hearted souls
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Can't get out of the dead-end street without people
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I'm sick of the drama, the blood, the bombs exploding
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Destroyed lives jump into my garden and prune trees
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Living like a sister is a lie
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Who benefits from wars?
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Nothing but tears of joy flow
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Peace and tranquility, theft will never be
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Your gunpowder breath roars down your neck
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Your eyes smelling free in Gezi, your instinct misses me
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It's cooked in the embers, its rap is like a skewer,
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Selfie on the bus with my back turned
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I turned 45 years old. |
What if my custody is collapsed?
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Needle entered your heart with a thimble (yeah!) Fuat is high!
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The rhythm frees my head like a magazine
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It has a well, there is no bottom bastard
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Shock boat to the beach with the machine in my hand
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Dreams send the shroud on holiday
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The rhythm frees my head like a magazine
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It has a well, there is no bottom bastard
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Shock boat to the beach with the machine in my hand
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Dreams send the shroud on holiday
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Often the opposite
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Collapsing into parties like a check-in-progress mafia with raps, paying tribute in installments
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what happened to haram? |
Tell me!
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Your defeated rhymes on stage
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Landmine techniques in ambush
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I cake the helpless
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Plastic is worthy of an Oscar for talent
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Youth lost in the lost hand
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Identity from depression
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Stand straight, don't bend
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Raised the flag with pride and Rap
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To the arteries with the crossbow
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Genocide suffers without delay
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Tired of selling cars
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Your face on the wall hanging hoop
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When the weakness of the rapper vanishes in pursuit of rhyme
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Detects and handles master
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I don't owe Rap
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No, shut up in the book
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The rhythm frees my head like a magazine
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It has a well, there is no bottom bastard
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Shock boat to the beach with the machine in my hand
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Dreams send the shroud on holiday
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The rhythm frees my head like a magazine
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It has a well, there is no bottom bastard
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Shock boat to the beach with the machine in my hand
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Dreams send the shroud on holiday
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The rhythm frees my head like a magazine
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It has a well, there is no bottom bastard
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Shock boat to the beach with the machine in my hand
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Dreams send the shroud on holiday
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The rhythm frees my head like a magazine
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It has a well, there is no bottom bastard
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Shock boat to the beach with the machine in my hand
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Dreams send the shroud on holiday |