I come from mud, with a chain of white gold
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Tearing everyone's microphones off is my job
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My lines are long to rap and you are short
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I'm not cheating on the black scarf with the money
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Every little one gets horny and I fuck my own
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ZG-BG boxer shorts, hozentreger
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In the trunk of the bloody rhyme, I took off my reggae
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Two Ivanovic brothers, when they start fucking their mother
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Freestyle madafaka, everyone comes to the basement
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A room full of smoke, in the clutches of complex rhymes
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Radiation in the building - Stole Hiroshima
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Vodka, juice, everything is fine, a truckload of whites
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Under the spotlights I rap, at the station the police are filming
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The voice is nasty, I rule, I attack with the knife of the bastard
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The slit throat of the song and she was young
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Her head falls on the sidewalk and she always suffers
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Flow fucks mater show when I start composing
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Ivanovic brothers, they always return to the stage
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They stop by in the late hours
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Tearing the microphone you know, rhymes fucking golden
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Through the rolled filter shat king, the queen of chess-mat
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Ready for war campaigns, we present muddy streets
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For the first time Juice and Stole, everyone loves it
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Belgrade and Zagreb, all needs are naked, what is it?
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Every move we make, every move we make
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You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
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But every shot you got, every clip you pop
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We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop
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Every move we make, every move we make
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You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
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But every shot you got, every clip you pop
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We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop (no doubt)
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Testicles, fake MC suck my testicles
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The poet from the street knows who the best is
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Lessons on what prestige is in life
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You can't sleep and lie down all your life
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You run away with this, you get drunk and sober up
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You turn into a fish I see you spawn
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You scream, calling your crew in the background
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Kvatrić and Voždovac, what are you gonna do?
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I see her beside you comforting you
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And you're licked with a rush in the rustling cherry
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You tremble and you set out to take revenge
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You are ready for a feat and everyone calls you Beautiful
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Beckney, I'm a sunflower in a loaf
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On this bet I am the whistle of the match
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You threaten, and when I look you in the eye
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I hear autotun from the Elite Squad
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Victory, calm as a sect after the ceremony
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Dora, the art of the new world order
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Opera, Rigoletto, as I lead you through the ghetto
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Your bullets are devils when Stole is there
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Resin-sticky fingers chase us
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Rappers beg for mercy, as mothers love us
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With the morning flight, we change your perceptions
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To believe in success when the chance is the least
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Every move we make, every move we make
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You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
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But every shot you got, every clip you pop
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We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop
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Every move we make, every move we make
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You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
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But every shot you got, every clip you pop
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We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop (no doubt)
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Livestock - Zagreb, Juice - Belgrade
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Hiphopium 4
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Juice - Belgrade, Stoka - Zagreb
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Good morning, my father |