This is not a true and sad love story. |
Sometimes they want to hear
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more, sometimes even what you never want to hear. |
It's that simple; |
many reviews,
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From the pouch. |
Smeck Deces and I; |
Let's get started, let's get started...
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Let's get started, look me in the eye, let's not run away this time
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When I said let's not fight, you said let's start
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Anyway, let's not open the same topic again and again.
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I was drawing my own path and I got lost
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Compass was the sun, I shot the sun, the moon was born
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What I saw in the dark was the rhyme
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Pen hydra was born like this sorry it's true
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When they say hip-hop, describe if ingenuity
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I swore to the conqueror in the mirror, I to the extraordinary
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Follow up and appreciate when I'm extraordinary one day
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In a room as stern life is pale as stern and my face
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As cold as a winter that comes once in a thousand and one years
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My past is the school that splashes anger in my face
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I'm the kid who got beat up in elementary school and was ostracized in high school, what's up?
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This is not life I see
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blind knot on the day of my death
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award acres i died
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I'm the measure from the other part
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And every morning I curse
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I see my day when I swear
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What I see is not a life
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This is not life I see
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When the cigarette goes out in my hand
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When I come back to life
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It was the sleep of demons that I interrupted
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And a corpse that I buried every morning
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Yet what I see is not a life where I laugh
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This is not life I see
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When I'm at the table of dead wolves
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My peers were in the middle
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When I'm on the left side of my road
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I pumped the rhyme in their faces
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When their future is in a dead trap
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I was in the middle of my life
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With vodka in my blood 'cause I can't write
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Sometimes he was with me on the pill
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And also when sometimes as junk as HipHop
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I was in the front, nefer in the back
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Many of my deaths when the crow was a pump
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My existence is barley and wheat
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When my poems were in the dawn battalion, the fight field
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May my servant fainted
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When my dreams are in a state of psychosis
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Fatih Uslu was at Rhyme School
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Let them brush my face
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No shower money for whores
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I don't look back when I go
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Don't blame me if I go again
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My greed is the main enemy to me
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Don't try to beat me bird head
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One day if I say you made me crazy and leave
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Don't blame me, don't blame me, don't blame me
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SECTION 2.
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Good morning I've been in bed for four hours the day is the same
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Psychological instability I guess it was all a dream
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It's like a waste of time sleep the direction of the endings is the same
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I don't have calendar plans same yesterday same today
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waiting for someone to kill me
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Don't you say I'm always nauseous
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You always say, this kid is crazy, isn't he?
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I say rap I'm going to topple my king
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You're waiting, I still don't do this, I swear
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good day i am at school right now
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And believe me, I don't want to disappear in this building (enough!)
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How can anyone else manage to touch my dreams
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i am in shock of this
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I want someone to die now and I'm not done
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I'm standing tall, go but I'm not going
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I don't care about the world, I don't give a fuck about the world
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Rap bi' hope for me and I hug her and tremble
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Good evening flash in my eyes
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I was a good person on my own with a lighter until I burned
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My place is downstairs.
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Instead of circulating your intelligence, I think
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Run another one and don't HipHop
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I wish someone could see this song
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Turn it off cause I know this song
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I'm going from my own head to space tonight
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This is pessimistic art for your diamond life.
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Good night, good night for the last time
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Is there anyone who can make a whore of fate and do it so well?
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Go and think about it, don't find an answer.
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My sign comes from a thousand scales, thin bodies tremble
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You have to give a thousand purses, it's a matter of life for me
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For example, those who have the site shut down and like porn in Chinese
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And there are bells and sirens among those who love to drink
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Fuckers drink your blood, those first beheaded
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This much
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Smeck Deces, Hydra; |
Pre-album dude
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Maybe I'm coming for the last time
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Maybe my first steps, I don't know |