| First couplet:
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| Who remained to protect this kingdom from the smoke by illusion,
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| As a result, they are worthless, rude voice, and actions according to the situation,
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| Hooked, will not let go to the bottom.
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| One road to failure, doubts
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| Don't change the essence, otherwise you will be raped.
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| Around the fog, hey, try to dispel,
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| I start the hurdy-gurdy and they flew.
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| In polyethylene or on a throne,
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| Our story has become iconic.
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| Soon, a product with a tonic will accelerate emotions,
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| And you forgot all the worst.
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| Second couplet:
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| Who is worth it to dig under the potion layer by layer,
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| Then the most appropriate products,
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| How hard is it to get a rare fruit,
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| So it is recommended to listen to it inflated,
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| Are you in hell or in heaven, our rap, like a black woman,
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| Raises to the heights of the devil's wheel.
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| How can you see the report clearly to the end,
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| And how our cold calculation will nip it in the bud,
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| A moment before the foolishness of a doctor is not needed,
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| It's just that the nonsense that was before this comes out of you.
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| Everything has become ancient, as before the boogie,
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| But here the subway is launched around concretely and in kind.
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| Third verse:
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| Let's smoke that after all the guns
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| Hitting the enemies, leveling them with the ground.
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| And having met the morning in a shout we will shout -
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| Who comes to us with a sword,
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| Stupid whore, oak will give in view of the fact
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| That Garunda has already taken off.
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| All around bail, and teasing each other,
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| Turns into rude abuse, so the ruins fell to the grandchildren,
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| As if someone shrouded the mystery of the ancient letters of points.
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| Which some gingerbread left us a sculptor,
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| We will glue the whole world constructor at the junctions of actions,
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| Infa has been available for a long time, but the wheels of reason are slipping on the ground and there will be no spurt,
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| For the eighth day I crawl on wind and strings to stir up old school. |