| Stay in place, we came back here underground, we talked, they kept quiet
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| Know the brothers, we spewed lava on the enemy, they vomited blood on the ground
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| Are you a cheerleader? |
| I can't come to tare, I'm an angry mc
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| You curl up again I'm sneaky like a paramilitary in ambush
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| Listen to me, life was photogenic, we took more pictures than this
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| We named it fate, the notch on the wall is pretty vindictive
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| Life itself is execution, I'm out of it, my hair & look, fight and turmoil
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| It's like a boxing match, not days that start in the morning
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| Anarchy is mine & if it eats come, it's sad and complicated, it's always behind
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| Rap blood drop, field of life, van damme muscle saian killer dude
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| A piece of wound from my balm with the commemorated gun plunder
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| Someone will come, I'll take a look at your wound to wrap it up, it's even worse
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| You promised yourself that the world would be beautiful
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| How many times have you fallen to the ground?
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| It's rude! |
| I can't stay here either, my place is tight, but I have a house
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| These days, my hand is tight, I can't love anymore, I have an Oath on my shoulder!
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| My World, There is trouble at the end
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| Your World, Don't Think, Decide
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| Whose World, Tears in the Earth
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| This world is a tide
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| The world is mine, my world
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| I supported all the troubles, (sound out) I composed this with the SS
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| Time got the hook on his neck Haykk was already dead for five years
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| Look, I'm fighting with money & I'm deeply hurt & don't be happy about it
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| Today I have poison and sand, but still my pen is a steel cougar
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| Come, the heads of the enemies are buried in the sand, look here bone and blood through the hole
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| As the sun goes out on my palms, the audience does not get up.
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| Here you artizzz unknown, eats rap with his hand — he doesn't sell for money
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| Maybe that's the bitch called luck. |
| pu does not sleep with him…
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| 24-carat bullion rap but it's empty in my pocket
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| As crippled as you approaching the dynamite barn with fire, running with me
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| Empty waist like your mouth & punching bare hand
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| Praise with hitting & gnaw with nails & get by with stealing
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| Ours is a separate prayer from writing, I spent a lot of morning in my forehead notebook
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| With you this music bleeds, we tied a bot with ss
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| (Don't be afraid, I'm in) Dr. |
| Haykk rap is contagious here Quarantine
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| You see, I buried my heart behind the mountains, it died screaming...
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| My World, There is trouble at the end
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| Your World, Don't Think, Decide
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| Whose World, Tears in the Earth
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| This world is a tide
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| The world is mine, my world |