Chorus:
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Our voices are heard
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Even through the thunder of war
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The thunder of war. |
Yo!
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And we will not be stopped by inflamed passions
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All around me are people devoted to Caste!
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Our voices are heard
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Even through the thunder of war
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The thunder of war. |
Yo!
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And we will not be stopped by inflamed passions
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All around me are people devoted to Caste!
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Yo! |
Everyone is here, I will start this base,
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Campaign blows us up the fight is in full swing
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Time to clarify the layouts - that's what you need,
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This clownery is behind us!
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More kids, fewer fathers
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The detachment does not notice the loss of fighters,
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Stupid parsing, ridiculous presentations,
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If you shout louder -
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Doesn't mean being right.
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The flow of my thoughts turns into a rhyme,
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Like rays falling into darkness,
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From theory, from life, in the light of these shadows,
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From our Caste. |
Yo! |
This is Taekwon, peace to all!
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Attention attention!
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Now a confession will sound,
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About how things are with food
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For those who first gave a sign,
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They want attacks
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I'm starting, once or twice. |
So,
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How do you like breakfast: a cocktail of envy and jealousy
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Unlimited energy value,
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They love talking about things that don't exist
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This rare dish replaces their lunch.
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Yes, stop, yo, I completely forgot to say -
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This is Casta, my name is Shymmi, but call me that
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They can only their own, for the rest I'm Shymon,
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I continue the culinary marathon.
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We prepared dinner to serve it to the enemies,
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Having invested about a kilo of flattery there,
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They eat it, washing down with self-conceit,
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With such a diet, there are no problems with digestion.
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I saw everything, I don't care
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They envy us, I understood this a long time ago.
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When the means are negligible to resist -
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They can only be jealous.
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Yo! |
All this did not happen at once,
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False glory eclipsed their mind,
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They were the first to want the storm to start
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For the waves to go beyond all norms.
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But we brought down all 12 points on them,
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To drown out the noise of petty scandals,
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And dispel their ridiculous hopes,
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Time has passed - it will not be the same as before.
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And this verse, like a wave covers them,
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Someone wakes up, opens his eyes for a moment,
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The light of the beacon will show him the way,
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He may go ashore,
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But not everyone can do it.
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Chorus
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We have to put everything in its place,
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Make sure the essence is pure.
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If there were disagreements, then everything will become clear
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Only reliable MCs represent the Caste.
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We don't care about the thought of seizing power,
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Only ??? |
opening the mouth,
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It does not evoke any feeling in us - |