Maestro, Maes
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Istanbul Trip
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Kadikoy Emergency
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Ah, hahaha
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listen live
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If I don't write the truth in black
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But if I'm going to tenon and wrap the rhythm
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Hiphop in hand, bag full of money in the pocket again
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Unless you run away
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If I don't write the truth in black
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But if I'm going to tenon and wrap the rhythm
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Hiphop in hand, bag full of money in the pocket again
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Unless you run away
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Pack your crew, I'm waiting in the corner with Cypher board
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Add a stallion next to my name, I don't give up in the ring
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maes; |
King Of Fighter! |
what's your job?
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There is an error in the issuance of the diploma
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The problem is your brain development!
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Resurrection, provide this access, my darkness floods the street
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My voice is a feast for your ears when the nights get tight
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I'm the cigarette you light, your teeth turn yellow
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Close your eyes in the toxic underground ward
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I'm somewhere, don't know!
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Pay the slice price
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Don't look blankly in my face fuck you you will respect me
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In front of the leader! |
kneel down rhyme
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Damn you will play this game by my rules
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Young people die every day on the street while having fun at home.
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My eyes see these as witnesses, fate weaves webs
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I'm coming back, telling those who know
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Maes puts biased newspaper on his mind
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No prize no competition underground battlefield
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I'm in command now, a known panacea
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Fuck you, how do you expect me to love slut Norm?
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While you've been listening for years Punishment!
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Killer Maes on the Mic, beret on the head
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34−35 it doesn't matter, tell me where is the place?
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You are pregnant with Kadıköy (BUT SAYKO!)
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If her ass itches too much, I'll miss her enthusiasm
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Instead of Hennessy making hollow album promises
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First knock me down, then tell your fans I'm a man
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It's not a hip, this piece makes heads shake
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I became a tomato paste for your market
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I'm enjoying it, burned hand ganja
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If I don't write the truth in black
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But if I'm going to tenon and wrap the rhythm
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Hiphop in hand, bag full of money in the pocket again
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Unless you run away
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If I don't write the truth in black
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But if I'm going to tenon and wrap the rhythm
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Hiphop in hand, bag full of money in the pocket again
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Unless you run away |