| 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 - |