Hey yo, this master was lowered from the sky, a mountain with a floor
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No point rapping, coach you don't see such titan
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You genital area Battery Company tank
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I'm sure you tasted it in 95 for the last time, son, such Hip-Hop
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Lan pelican squeaking, enforce medical
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I came to the surrender of my life, my last mohican who fell at my feet
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Rather last barricade, battle succession sect
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Blood flows after me, the most serial killer Vatican
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Rap like making a way through the mountains, it's a straight path for us
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Imported from my language guaranteed to die with over a thousand punches
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My Style is the most radical murder
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Micro-ability at 11 nigga power potential from the Bronx, look at this
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Hippocrates did the surgery, don't think it's on me
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Harm lyrics this is as much as a clot that splashes to the brain
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Soldier you in the district, essentially the same dadanakan
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Take my weight listen play my thoughts on the scale
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Rabbil realm, we are at ease, it's like harassment
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Except for the holiday, massacre, fratricide is obligatory
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Your disgusting state of comment is antipathetic
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If I fall from the top, it's called bungee jumping
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Financial anxiety increases, becomes steel shackles
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We make music for a standing rat and it runs away
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My destination is from Colombia, Panama, Casablanca
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Bleeding you're gone, the black mamba I've become
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I'll freeze hell and swaddle heaven
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The wind stinks of passion, the devil is my mistress
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Your snack blood comes up straight in your skull
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Well-known murder, the only picture you can see
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If I'm in the game, I swear to the first place
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When you want to race don't run in vain I have nos
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Everyone is a little pirate in the vast ocean
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Everyone's a bit of a coward, all-stars on the field right now
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Gacos nervous, same place for years
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Every day they wake up with the same problem, in a different place
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The breath stinks, time flies, you just explode with a papik
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Get five somersaults for three cents, don't be sad
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When you say new style style, you took a lot
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You still write blank, you're so wack
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It's okay, turn a burger when the curtain rises
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Leave this job to the people here, take the man and bring money
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Smile at the taste of champagne on my face
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You always be the first, but I put the caviar in front of you.
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I gave it, stay fond of yeast
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six wounds seven women
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Between tasting bouquet and trident
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Like assortic, realistic, we cut
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Your body with the Julian Napoleon complex
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Fill it while it flows, don't be a fool man
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Advice is free, I put the boy again
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Rapper I'm dead, even turned over in my grave
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When your songs come out, carousel in my mind
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When the cigarette is lit, when I hear your technique
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I laugh during sixteen, your technique is a toy
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We're at the venue with Kamuf, all over the world jazz
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Witness this, look, we are rising fast!
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Same rocket, come and destroy it, just don't be angry
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Don't turn your voice down with your lyrical friends
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The tension will calm down soon, with the bass
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Sit back old man, we'll never perish
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Rasta Sansa like Ais in my crappy life
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The twitches are actually the real patient
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Old raps make up for it somehow
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Even if you twitch, even if you join me
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If you don't have any branches, our raps will hang out
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Boy don't panic 'cause this will always happen
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This collective piece, just run it again
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Even though you hate me, your friend broke with this rap
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Cover up your incompetent incompetence
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I'm in the mood yes homie, also first class
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It's hard to accept yes, one day this rap will turn black
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Buries your heart, break hip-hop
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I'm not afraid of anyone, this marathon ends sooner or later
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You thunder, I'm lightning rod
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Potion rap my brat I'm asterix
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I'm the original know that all the remix you've been listening to
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Born SLX with Can't Compete Porsche
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We will slow down the flow, the work of my greed
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Who is left of the old ones?
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Three or five on the same bass (Brrr!), cowabunga
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Yacht look like an animal I you smack Kimbo Slice
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16 bar knockout flies psycho uppercut to Mars
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Don't hide, I came from purgatory
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On the bottom floor, rap lies, that's why fans
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I have high voltage inside my voltage line
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High cowardly you timid ways
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It gives no results, if the heart fell to stone
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See and live, we fought in bur from start to finish
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All of the coyotes are now old cheddar
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Your mill won't turn if life has excluded you
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Negativities are static in the heart
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I put the turbo on my hands, the pen is very mechanical
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I'm isolated to the flowing tiredness
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Now I'm sorry, my heart is negative for you now
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My ego has begun, you will have tears in your eyes
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We became a team, old gives new taste, smiles
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My life assimilates when it happens
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There is grudge in the lives of these six men, give music!
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Rap Genius Turkey |