There is one faith for all, we are in caps from the new era
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As if hera, we penetrate your spheres
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And it's half the trouble, we're like hobbits for cunts,
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If you don't want trouble, pump to our beats
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There is one faith for all, we are in caps from the new era
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As if hera, we penetrate your spheres
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And it's half the trouble, we're like hobbits for cunts,
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If you don't want trouble, pump to our beats
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Skill is my territory, I will knead for longer while I am called MS Beat the art of making rhythm out of music, samples up to the required three to build
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your rome
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Style - it's unique for thousands of miles of pros from dupes, like a black and white movie
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Flow is my intonation, words sounds accurate like software, how to pull the bolt
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Back-he fills your track with power so that every person remembers it forever
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Dis-opportunity to kick all kinds of assholes who masturbate to their own style although they read,
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like steam
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There is one faith for all, we are in caps from the new era
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As if hera, we penetrate your spheres
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And it's half the trouble, we're like hobbits for cunts,
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If you don't want trouble, pump to our beats
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There is one faith for all, we are in caps from the new era
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As if hera, we penetrate your spheres
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And it's half the trouble, we're like hobbits for cunts,
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If you don't want trouble, pump to our beats
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Between conversation and baragos,
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We introduce the metamorphoses of the benchmark into poses
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Being a boss, I'll be your boss
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Don't look askance, I'm completely serious
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From the city on the Volga in a loud voice
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I tear the speakers, I penetrate the membranes,
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This game is like a race, I'm already at the start,
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Try to catch up if there are enough horses
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Not enough brother their mother
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And without a damn whore in the turnip,
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No need to waste time
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Sitting in the hut, putting on a kepon and dresses
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While you were hovering somewhere, we were on the tatami
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We flew, but we saw two sides of the coin,
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we raised the banner, whoever needs it we called,
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We did not change our flames for denominations
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We made a hundred of all fakes under the table
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This is not a baloball - this is fast flow
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The Big Difference Between MS and Pardon
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Shut your mouth if my bolt is near
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Break the monitors if you don't understand who we are
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Rhymes in clips make bombs
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In the catacombs under mortal kombat,
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Making the meat hurt
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We write albums, the crowd is happy
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In any case, we drink to the fullest
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And we won't leave amicably soon
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Imba and Bug from the old city
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There is one faith for all, we are in caps from the new era
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As if hera, we penetrate your spheres
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And it's half the trouble, we're like hobbits for cunts,
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If you don't want trouble, pump to our beats
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There is one faith for all, we are in caps from the new era
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As if hera, we penetrate your spheres
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And it's half the trouble, we're like hobbits for cunts,
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If you don't want trouble, pump to our beats |