| Now I'm cleansed of my sins baptism
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| 'Cause when god said summer rhythm we strung the bass
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| Let's be a mat and sometimes a little bit of dirt
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| I want some money, a lot of women and little whiskey
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| These babies are wack 9 out of 10 imitators
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| Naz tribi does not live in the apartment, classy rapper
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| And I'm in space mode by the sender Artz beat
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| When you look from the earth, you say that this is Mars, isn't it?
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| We all complain, when did our affairs come across?
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| We started playing and the match is over
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| I came to change the layout
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| Just wait it'll be over soon Stone Age of damn rappers
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| It's the middle of my heart, this is the capital of shit
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| I drew a picture Lisa had tears in her eyes
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| Now every street I step on is apocalypse
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| Take my wind, get over yourself like this
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| I see those running from behind okay
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| Are you worried that you have little left?
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| You know when I don't understand
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| My view must be without mist
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| How shall we do? |
| My words turn into viruses
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| And these patients are my work
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| How shall we do? |
| My words turn into viruses
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| And these patients are my work.
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| My audience pulled me into the swamp again
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| Your shitty prejudice always makes up for my shortcomings.
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| Scribble the hydra comes in, paints the picture again
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| Did those who call me empty find a mistake in my technique?
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| Never been among you looking at my MC
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| The income that listens to this already high-five
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| Music is just a case I've been through
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| A bed I chose, a wine I drank there
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| I will continue to make mistakes in my youth
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| But think, please, when art merges with me
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| Wandering mass they're a joke I hate
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| But I'm the shape of your face when you hear rap
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| I blow it when I'm at the microphone
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| Listen well, give yourself to me, my compositions are crippled
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| If you believe this, I will enchant you all
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| But if you don't know music, I suggest you don't walk around my neighborhood.
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| Bitch take this mic in your vagina and pass out
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| I'm the only prism rapping on this planet
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| I am a cell-free organism so my memory is weak
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| In the middle of the strong earthquake, my guide is missing
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| I'm stretching my tongue and making some aesthetic recordings
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| This is a hysterical weak soul that will enjoy its electrons.
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| I improved it now don't criticize me
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| Go and enter Youtube if you miss the old Hidra
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| The end of these lyrics is a great loss of audience
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| And you're on the same road, I took big risks
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| So many songs, so much effort, finally the music was at the bottom
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| I was gone, how long has the underground missed me
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| Do you have untracked shares? |
| Limited livelihoods
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| Pass and pick rookies to market you too
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| Get it and bury it in advance. Hydra is exploring.
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| Inspirations to find other worlds |