Keep your word to yourself, coach, you ain't seen any shit I've seen
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The streets where I grew up were slums, sad parents were at work, I didn't see your face
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Fun for some, Fiko, the headman of my real hip hop neighborhood!
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Bread boat, double castle match, we wouldn't wear it on our ass in the summer, a white pant
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My paper, pen and mimic are ready for me by writing down everything that is on our minds, pilgrim
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Even if he goes to Fezzan, we will find the medicine, parents, spouses, brothers and sisters.
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I'll mess with the contagion, hit the whip! |
I don't give a fuck about my king's crown keke
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If you come in front of us, think about it this time, every stone will come back, everything will be worth it!
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You should pay for our wounds one by one, salt to you sugar sugar
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Bullets ricochet off your ass every day like a cold shower in a lake of dirt and ice!
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If you are weak, he says die! |
Time hurts, they wrinkle your face!
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The head cannot be buried in the sand, the child will come out, even if you see the truth and shut up, they call you a slut!
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CHORUS
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It's not a road, it's a path, I missed the highway every time, it's too late to go back
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gets!
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There is no fire so that if my cigarette goes out, it will hurt my right and left, will war burn bombs?
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cigarette?
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If I go out, they will not burn, this geography is pregnant with tears! |
What I write isn't worth it, daddy bitches don't like me!
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Like arm rap like trumpet rap like talk show like Big like Pac
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It's like there's no way, like old hip hop, those who are very, very sure, get away!
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Coach, stop there! |
last hope find the way find the way Kezzo
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Traps are laid before us, self-conscious bastards!
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Crossroads are not a problem at all, give me the E 46 and sit next to me!
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These streets! |
These streets!
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CHORUS
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It's not a road, it's a path, I missed the highway every time, it's too late to go back
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gets!
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There is no fire so that if my cigarette goes out, it will hurt my right and left, will war burn bombs?
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cigarette? |