| Battle ryhme, to whom to battle, to whom to diss?
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| To whom is satire, to whom is this judgment, to whom is this feeling?
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| Why do we embrace war? |
| Eden finds that we know
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| A step is taken, the trace is left behind!
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| We pisis, maybe the pure sense of Adam-Eve
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| Sweet kisses stay on the lips of my microphone!
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| We are the risk that trust brings
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| We are a track on which cars are smashed
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| Restiz taken when the time comes
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| Cyst in the brain from sadness
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| Kucukmira is a family, the rap of my tongue is unfixed
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| Lyrical plus musicality complete
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| The pop frenzy is worthless, the mockery is shortsighted
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| The mockery of what I've seen is grouchy. |
| Your pen is constipated
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| Yagiz, this rapper, aka Sago Rap, is the pulse.
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| Very precise, my queen's pen is a scalpel, I am an expert
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| Many of my friends are useless, my acquaintances are without proof.
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| Don't test these MCs!
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| the whole world
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| The meaning of the real
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| Two of the three good words I've heard are slurs
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| Take a detour and take a shortcut
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| Is this a stupid game? |
| A worm, a hawk, don't look at me Malca
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| I don't speak arabic
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| My darkening days, longing for the heat a gram
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| Many clans are executed by cholera
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| Don't waste your effort, this is training five before death.
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| Throw stones at my head, see a cold stone, an imam
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| Der Kolo: "Come to my melancholy, whose address is certain."
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| It's worth living by relying on it
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| Although the weather is partly cloudy in freedom
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| Noble said your blood is worth dying for, my ancestor
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| I've seen many troubled, but carefree
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| I have seen very few carefree
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| I became a terelli life as if military service has a price
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| Fill me, O Lord, my soul is hungry and sad
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| If I go to bed, get up, always hang with me
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| If I cursed and rained on the cauldron of my jewel
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| What if I'm the only branch he clings to, even if it's a person
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| If I lubricate my rifles at altitude losses
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| The meaning of the real
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| be your own |