| Rap is a life impulse that shapes my life
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| Chain mouthfuls of swearing they see
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| My hip-hop culture is not just baggy pants
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| I said keep your horizons wide enough
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| It's not as clean as it looks, believe me what you see
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| The image of the star always comes sweet from afar
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| Lies and money my friend, the file of the oppressors
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| the rules of kings the cycle of life
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| A table with which I am cross-legged music rap nevalem
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| Trouble is my remedy, my taste, my salt, my occupation
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| What's wrong with you? |
| The answer to the question "What are you going to do?"
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| It's always music so I'm at odds with my family
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| The direction is pretty shit die or be killed
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| With a gross salary of 900 lira, the worker is a servant to the boss
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| Why is the query not ending? |
| not enough because
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| Pity the sweat of the brow unconditionally right
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| You should know that my friend Freddy from Elm Street
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| An evil demon lurking in his nature
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| First of all, the aim is to burden my people with the dajjal.
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| Does it stop the blood flowing into the soil, my fyadim
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| Know the knowledge, I play the instrument with a scratch pen
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| Narrow in the middle of winter, look like that, summer
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| Is it possible to cook the vaccine in a boiling cauldron?
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| The eyes of justice who greet us are rather squinted
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| Who has a grudge, put your hand on me, a little conscience
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| Grief in the enemy who shields my swords
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| Look, today is the red river, head in my hand
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| I'm peeling off your skin, my consciousness went into a little shock
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| Life gets old fast when a little is new
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| Be honest, love fell into the pit
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| When the economy costs money
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| When it comes to a detail a thousand words
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| Kayra:
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| So we went crazy from a sentence somewhere
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| We are very afflicted by the toil of direction.
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| Tell it from the beginning or the middle.
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| Those who do not understand will not understand the immutable truth
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| From how many places? |
| Deep down, it went dark straight
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| Here my heart is from the weight of my mind
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| You know which conscience serves which mind?
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| Who is your nightmare, how many writers is this madness?
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| Let the blind lame break in the hands of this reign
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| Erick Sermon, you have nightmares in the near future
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| It is true, I always asked, how many did I find?
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| All these years I wandered in the sand, of course, it's my habit
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| I'm not tired, I'm shrinking, I'm tired without getting tired
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| I talked a lot, I got a little tired, believe me, it's not a problem
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| He said a thousand words about a detail before
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| It's secluded, the smiles on my face are right |