| Behind my back the bridges are burning and the flames light the way
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| I smoke in the circle of saints, the evil one does not let me sleep
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| Thottie opens the curtains, the mountains are burning outside the window
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| Hella Hillz - brought a Razr Motorola to her throat
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| I'm a villain like Goro, set this city on fire
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| St. Peter underground, we dig holes deep
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| We cook a dish on fire, I made it myself, I don’t believe in miracles
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| On pins and needles, like voodoo, time to calculate Judas
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| No rest for the head in the crown
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| Laser sight on my face
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| Smoking while I'm whole - where's my pharmacist?
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| YSL on me
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| Microphone in hand not for money
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| To bring those lambs out of the shadows
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| I don't let steel in my vein
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| Children see a ghost on stage
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| Somewhere there, where the walls are impregnable
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| We settled down, gave roots, becoming like plants
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| Value in spirit, not faith
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| Divide you by zero and leave no suspicion!
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| I transfer the joint
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| Fix it, young city slicker, sorry!
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| Sorry, the true meaning is distorted
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| Encrypted speech contains treasures between its lines
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| Bad head needs rest
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| How many years does it take to calm young blood?
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| I'm sorry as long as I'm not overshadowed by this
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| I know who is ready for what, and who is turned on what!
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| Hella banner of their own in nien
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| And our ranks are clean, let them thin out a lot
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| Mayhem on a leash, my favorite swing!
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| Hella Hillz, there are ghosts on the stage |