The time has come and I'm here, so it's necessary
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My rap brought me here, not someone's wealth
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I don't have a rich dad, I have a taxi driver father
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Mother is a salesman, with an average salary.
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You want to know the truth about me, then listen
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In two thousand and one, he arrived in St. Petersburg to become the best
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Accepting the MC religion as a gift from above
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In two thousand and six, the first album was still released.
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Blew the roof, all underground connoisseurs of style
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I took my niche, forty-six feet under the keel
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Rap dealer, will throw a peppy staff on your area
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Doesn't it bother you? |
Then fuck off.
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I don't roll cotton wool, filling the vacuum with obscenities
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I'm twenty-five, the second album is ready, not a step back
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I believe in rap classics, I believe in Biggie and Pac
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I believe in the guardian angel and believe in his signs.
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I believe in my rap, I believe in tomorrow
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I know my talent can't kill my laziness
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I believe in my triumph, I believe in brothers from the area
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I know I won't stay hungry while I'm with the microphone.
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We climb into hell, leaving losers with a nose
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At the same time, someone sticks sticks in our wheels,
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But my disk is in the window, he follows it like a drug addict for a dose
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She flies to the store, but the album is sold out and it's too late.
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Work on the cosmo project is in full swing
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And this secret project is lightning fast
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Will blow up a thousand minds, a thousand cubes
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Adrenaline in the head, our people, pouring and ready
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Camera motor, Saint P hardcore
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On these shining faces, the brothers are not delighted
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And it's all about a simple and honest word
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We send you our waves and you catch them.
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At the break of phobias and fanaticism
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And it seems that my conscience is gradually becoming clear
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I ask God to keep my relatives and friends
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Just touch them with the rays of the morning sun.
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In life, give me the strength to pass with dignity
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So that my family is proud of me, and rap clip
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So that our children have over their heads
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There was a clear sky and there were never wars.
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I believe in my rap, I believe in tomorrow
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I know my talent can't kill my laziness
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I believe in my triumph, I believe in brothers from the area
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I know I won't stay hungry while I'm with the microphone. |