I burn I burn
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I flow like a flood
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hides behind the bush
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I secretly look
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You look at my steps
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you follow cat
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Killa dispenses judgment
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The ignorant boy said don't mess with you
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Burning around
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Smoke rises from the west
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When Killa goes out on the street
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You watch with binoculars from the roof
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cross-street feints
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From a metal rap to rock
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East side gallery away
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Hippie-filled shack
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Predator bloodym conro rasta hair
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I run where hope ends
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The killas begin
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You won't always be sitting in your main hearth
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Your watchman will not always be on your side
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But we Killas full action, full connection
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Voices that wake you up at night
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breaths in the dark
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Who is this boy who drowned?
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You go under it boy you shit
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And you run straight away without looking back
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This is the ghetto, my son, they plant the man in the face
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You can taste the bitter today, but the next day it's honey.
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Don't get distracted, they'll quickly drop them from branch to ground
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You're stuck with clear waters, shitty place, shitty creek
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How many times have I told you not to play with fire?
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Killa's eyes are black, coach, and his hands are wounded
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Baby boy look for me in dark places not lights
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You liar you're throwing too many shame of yourself
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I'll tie you, you'll be surprised and without a rope
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Screams from corner to corner someone is picking something up
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Shut up, don't talk, this is our barrio
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Killa harbi shot warrior
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original gansta tough ya
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camouflage commando 36 mafia
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fight for life
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We are master acrobats
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They wouldn't believe if we said we came out of hell
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whip you cable
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How is this painting
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Greetings from Berlin Kreuzberg
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Our Uncle Escobar Pablo
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All of a sudden a fist sits in your face and you hear gongs
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Knocked down, overthrown King Kongs with Killa smack
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As the safe was loaded with stress, we didn't wear it, we passed it emphatically.
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Go ask anyone you want Killa and his crew are real hardcore
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Many of you have become sheep, herds within a herd.
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Whatever side the shepherd points to, I will walk to that side.
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If I start, it starts, if I say it's over, your game ends.
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His great-grandchild whose head is broken off from his body
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Cry, close your mouth, ear, eye and tie it up
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Killa fell into the street again angry mountains
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He lubricates his gun, this heart of fire, my lion, binds fire
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Don't pout for nothing, like you, Killa never wore a leash
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My wandering heart, wandering
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My heart fights bastards every day in wars
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I'm a gangster yes I'm a gangster
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There's nothing left to hide, let everyone hear now
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Hip-hop this rap this is the sound of the streets
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Killas united in the streets, maya
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Dark Street soldiers, this is endless
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Because these are active fighters g1hetto insiders
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You too will disappear, one day your order may break
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Get out and shout in the middle of the lesson fuck your mother upset me
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Yes, these things are like this, there is such and such, there is also sinking in this business,
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there is also to sleep
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All ha ha! |
Wrap it up! |
Snow snow snow! |
snow snow paper
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If you have pain, shout, then you will cry
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Dia de muertos tag der toten don't be afraid ese
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The day will come when you will be scared you will sweat at every sound
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You will understand that one day you will also wear bloody jackets
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This is the street, my dear, children of full anger everywhere
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Street team gang tough ya 36 mafia
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This crew, you can't get off the beat
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fight for life
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We are master acrobats
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They wouldn't believe if we said we came out of hell
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whip you cable
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How is this painting
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Greetings from Berlin Kreuzberg
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Our Uncle Escobar Pablo |