| You're kidding, your beard is cut off, rap on my hand, scissors
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| Yamasin sure is clumsy in a coyote's shirt
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| Headless rapper's rudder turns my street
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| This is back to pmc logbook
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| Look, this is the real music, you're defeated
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| Too many people are retarded in my holeless crucible
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| Hopeless cases on the table, heads of steel
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| This sound catches you on your crop
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| Hole in your chest with music
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| accumulate this drop by drop
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| Come, my face, my hand is open, your safe is locked
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| I've made a lot of writers crazy if I'm not tomorrow it's cool
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| I'll never be full, okay, but this is my home
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| I know it's the opposite of you (rrr)
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| I'll fight if there's a war on my back
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| Buddha, my tasteless side, listen, you're bleeding
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| Let the fuck art fuck you heartless creature
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| Yeeeah!
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| Every line of lie, every line of doubt
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| It's the bastard who doesn't make you swallow every single line
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| I talked behind your back, it's not your face yet
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| Tear your ass because you're underground, we're on it
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| I'm emotional, don't make me laugh, battle is not law in rap
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| Write this aside, if it's up to you, the fight will end, life will end.
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| If you want this, I will go to the arena with my tilla.
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| Write the plain truth with your fears when you say I am a man
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| I have efrah and their commandos with me
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| I'll sleep with your hovardos, look at their blood sleep
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| Come near me 'cause my listeners don't know you, coach
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| In the name of the chiefs of Erkan-ı Harbiye
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| wish you have a good day (thank you) now she is gone
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| aww
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| Hip hop up to my bronchi
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| Istanbul underground mares hippodrome
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| Come on honey run 'cause the hip hop you bet me is a handicap run
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| My place in contact in melee rap
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| 'Cause my ryhm elasticity at the highest dose
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| But faulty setup on my portal
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| Help the battle denial in your rap!
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| That's enough!
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| There's a periscope you watch the heart on my tongue now I'm m4a1 carbin
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| my friend! |
| I do not interfere
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| Get in my range, I'll download goddamn in one shot
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| This is underground, there are no despots here.
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| Because catwall show on the stage of your most cog
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| Right behind that point you want to reach
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| Undress to the signature of the limp spine in front
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| Don't get your dirty voice out of your throat, let it stay there
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| Old notebooks are closed, new pages should be ashamed
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| The brand clip got into your blood, you became madara, sick
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| I was a fugitive in a mental hospital, master
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| This slope has grown in my eyes, distances do not narrow
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| And leave the name of the pain here and go away!
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| Lips curse with what you leave behind
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| And embrace me in my three-day world with negative feelings
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| The rap we make gives this old man heart fear
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| Young people who attacked in their culture formed an army
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| The lord of darkness blocked his light
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| But I dive into the meaning of what I wrote, my friend.
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| Anyway, death is always a vulture waiting above me
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| All mcs dissing underground are relatives
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| Okay, now is the time, don't worry extra
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| You wouldn't be such a coward, what happened to you afterwards! |