| Woo!
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| Woo!
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| I put on a balaclava, forgetting about everything.
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| If you score on cops, sheriff, don't take it for a beef.
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| Drinking a beer, sentencing a splif,
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| At night, I go into separation. |
| Paint on bricks.
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| Someone has a busy schedule
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| Dense traffic, well, fuck them.
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| I draw graffiti in one breath.
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| It's like I'm in the movie "Eight Mile".
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| Lanterns, building facades. |
| The lines are getting high.
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| Letters on tiles, blinds don't stand a chance,
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| But do not resist, the plate is called
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| Here is the wall, I am dancing. |
| What is this, what is this.
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| Assholes with satchels. |
| Chi-chi! |
| Do not shout.
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| Our free figures in the night in the guise of a ninja.
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| We cannot be approached. |
| Don't draw attention.
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| And do not sharpen your teeth, show us a gray wall -
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| And shut up.
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| Are you ready to jump like a needle on vinyl, tell me -
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| Where did you see vandalism in this line, huh?
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| Now, on gray cold-blooded concrete
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| Spot on the background of the night area. |
| Take a fresh look.
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| Are you ready to jump like a needle on vinyl, tell me -
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| Where did you see vandalism in this line?
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| Now, on gray cold-blooded concrete
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| Spot on the background of the night area. |
| Take a fresh look.
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| Are you ready to jump like a needle on vinyl, tell me -
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| Where did you see vandalism in this line, huh?
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| Now, on gray cold-blooded concrete
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| Spot on the background of the night area. |
| Take a fresh look.
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| Are you ready to jump like a needle on vinyl, tell me -
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| Where did you see vandalism in this line, huh?
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| Now, on gray cold-blooded concrete
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| Spot on the background of the night area. |
| Take a fresh look. |