| You're there, you're hiding
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| You're hopelessly afraid again
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| Tired of realizing again
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| you are running from yourself
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| come on come on a little
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| Your voice is low this way
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| My name is RockA!
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| Scribble me, hit me to the ground, what's your place!
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| Look in the mirror, you idiot, smile!
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| Written ryhmes, opened basses, broken windows
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| And rhythms cry on stage while we play
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| Don't stop begging, let the clubs moan
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| This voice rises! |
| Let all ears ring
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| Jester all around me and a thousand and one voices in every head
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| Rappers all over the place, rockers in every clip
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| There is a joker all around me and a different voice in every head
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| DJ all around, dancer in every clip
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| There are models all around me, a different song in every head
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| A doyen everywhere, an artist in every clip
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| Everyone has become everything, this effort for marginality
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| We are all born stars, this fight
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| You're there, you're hiding
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| You're hopelessly afraid again
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| Tired of realizing again
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| you are running from yourself
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| Stay where you are!
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| Automatic colt on the neck
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| How much is your pose for sale?
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| Now leave the word to me
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| If Hayk speaks, do not interfere so that your belt does not tighten
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| The bull is mine, the red cape on my rap back
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| Music slings to all the stones in my hand
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| Now time caresses all their heads with death
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| You can't get enough of the dirt, you don't even hear me
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| 'Cause there's no money left face
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| Equality = life and death trade
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| The law of man, who today offends even the devil
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| You bleed up to your filthy throat, my melody
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| Play, this is the air of my garnata
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| He joins and blushes
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| Both binge and vomit
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| They separated the love from the heart
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| Both near and far
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| Life is sold to the thief, stone is thrown to the innocent
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| everyone was everything
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| On the back of a thousand horses without fear
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| You're there, you're hiding
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| You're hopelessly afraid again
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| Tired of realizing again
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| you're running from everything
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| You're there, you're hiding
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| You're hopelessly afraid again
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| Tired of realizing again
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| you are running from yourself |