I've got two hundred centimeters of rap in me
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Ten years in rap like a man
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I know very well what a sacrifice is
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Don't try to hug me
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Not even a hug, I won't take my hands out of the fire
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I live for rap like nobody's business
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I'm like a mother, I mean well
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Two zero fifteen, IF were top ten in all
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Two zero sixteen, IF will be top ten in all
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I'm running like diarrhea while you're doing your hair
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Please screw the rap if it's just paying your bill
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I undress myself from words, like snakes from skins
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But I only show the bird at home instead of the rose
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I spread the real shit like organic farms
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Real shit disappeared like the dinosaurs, I'm paying off the loan
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You lack attitude, so attitude
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And this is Prague and not Compton, so I'm reporting the escape
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Empire brings back boombap, but do what you want like Pio, I've been fucking it for a few years
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I owe the music, yeah
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I want to see a face, so put your hands up
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At least once in a while the sun shines in the hood
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I see nervousness around me, voodoo in hand
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I play with the world like the universe, hands up
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I want to see a face, so put your hands up
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At least once in a while the sun shines in the hood
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I see nervousness around me, voodoo in hand |
I play with the world like the universe, hands up
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I have views on clips like the ones on the show invite
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So pour me some juice, and then you'll get the bottle
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I never envied anyone
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And I don't have an icon in the Czech Republic
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The icons have become fritters that fall off immediately
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I was doing merch when you googled the word support
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I had relationships with fans closer than you have with my mother
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So don't try to dissit me, I'll snap everything at me
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I want to hear the truth, you won't hide it behind the flow
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I don't have a union with Prague, I'm not Kato
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So you won't see fans carrying the banner around town
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Inscribed TNKDLBL
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But I believe daily that it's pvd, that's why I stand aside
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Rather, one should do what one does best
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And that's what I do best, sometimes I just send emails
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And sometimes I write stanzas with the permanence of a leg amputation
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So verses for life, baby
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And you write 16s like 16s and then you have 16s under the stage and
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sixteen
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And that doesn't make sense to me, owning a kinder degree
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To reign over those children without an opinion, and moreover without love, g
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I'm telling you the truth like Sauvignon Blanc
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Fuck your progress with your dog's durability |
So I can't hear the words to the foot and come bring
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I'll get support otherwise, be ready, game on
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Nananana
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Yeah, nananana
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IF, nananana
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Zero sixteen, nananana
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You never, nananana
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Hands up, nananana
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Everyone, come on, come on, Nananana
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Nananana, nananana, yes |