breathe underwater see in the dark
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Forget what you know, lake in the desert
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Get up and bury your killer in the morgue
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Down with the bandit coveting your home
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long-barreled lamb ambush builder ambush
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Your pride is a bitch under your feet, that friend
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Your hopes are crushed in the press of tomorrows
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Knives and bullets are all in your belly
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Never mind, the heart vomits blood that happiness is two steps away
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The bottle is passed without sleep
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Fate that finds the cure in an asylum
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There is no escape from the neighborhood that will bleed.
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Angle of moving eyebrow per roof to gaze
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Let things look good, let things flow
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Good luck with the late climb
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Even if it's late, you think I've come to mind
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Angle of moving eyebrow per roof to gaze
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Let things look good, let things flow
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Good luck with the late climb
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Even if it's late, you think I've come to mind
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I always have a drink on my mind
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There's a head and
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While actually going
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Stay and profit from this risk
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Invitation to the same loop battle track for years
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And if you cursed your own idea, be sorry to the loser
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Millions listen to you, but they all know that you're lame
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Even if they listen to me, thousands know who I am sister to.
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Where did I come from, Misery, MC
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That I gave my childhood and youth to Turkish Rap
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So fight if war
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The parachute on my back doesn't take me to panic slowly.
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fall ashore
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head to head
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Tour rides crew to your father
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My only legacy is rap, I didn't run out of ammo
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Unreadable in bur because cowards
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Your fortitude ends, etc., when your bladder is full
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We are hip-hop legends who lived through the season of the plague
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Angle of moving eyebrow per roof to gaze
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Let things look good, let things flow
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Good luck with the late climb
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Even if it's late, you think I've come to mind
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Angle of moving eyebrow per roof to gaze
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Let things look good, let things flow
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Good luck with the late climb
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Even if it's late, you think I've come to mind
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My longing is trapped, my memories bleed
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Promises made are kept, even if the price is death
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Spoons returning from the soup melted and became weapons
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How do I end up with shackles on my feet?
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The ghost from the 9mm justice knife will scatter
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Doomsday comes by the hand of God
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Bullets rain down like mercy, breathe courage
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Who goes to shoot, you don't have brothers atonement
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Man finds peace in the grave
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The torment of the grave breathes in the pit you call
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Don't get bored with the pilgrim, straighten up
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With patience, the corn is roasted and becomes halva.
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Every man for himself
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But its smell spreads in seven neighborhoods
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He does things bigger than his ignorance.
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The mountains come down, the wolf catches the sheep
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Angle of moving eyebrow per roof to gaze
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Let things look good, let things flow
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Good luck with the late climb
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Even if it's late, you think I've come to mind
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Angle of moving eyebrow per roof to gaze
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Let things look good, let things flow
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Good luck with the late climb
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Even if it's late, you think I've come to mind |