| As long as there is electricity and air in the studio
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| So let's move on, let's move on together
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| Pen and paper and loved ones
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| We will move, we will move on together
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| As long as there is electricity and air in the studio
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| So let's move on, let's move on together
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| Pen and paper and loved ones
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| We will move, we will move on together
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| Till...
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| I'm really wild, just savage
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| 4 hundreds under the hood, inside the crew
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| And who knows, maybe this is my extreme turn
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| I take mine, stubborn Moscow Kalash
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| Fierce brand enters a new round
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| I need a split and boiling water, fat for a cue ball
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| 3-1 is my result
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| Thick smog between the lines
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| This is my Achilles heel
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| THC trichomes in the glass, I'm looking for a beat
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| Poisonous varieties are my food
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| The darkest movement is my trouble
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| Yes! |
| Yes, smoke is my air
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| And I collect stars in the sky at night
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| Howling at the moon, missing the wild dog
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| On the body of new scars and new signs
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| I love these scars and new marks so much
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| Step by step, gang on the attack
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| Higher and higher, the gang is on the attack
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| And I'm playing with fire and I'll burst into flames in the end
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| Smoke is my air
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| Smoke this my air
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| Smoke is my air
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| And I collect stars in the sky at night
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| Smoke is my air
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| Smoke this my air
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| Smoke is my air...
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| White as snow this Russian rap
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| Bites as if he himself has not yet left a trace (severe hunger)
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| As if there are no past victories
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| And that 20 years was not in the business (yes, I'm young)
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| Put out the light, there are so many judges
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| What you don't really know, why hate
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| Catch the jab for your nonsense
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| Home, kid!
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| Cough again but we fuck on as before
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| Moving quieter does not mean being there
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| 3-1 even walking through the porridge
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| Will come before your tuned crews
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| Wrath God, puff from the bong
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| We keep pace with the times
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| It seems that not much is already up to the end
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| But we are talking strictly on the topic
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| The beat knocks like a tank is driving
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| As if the attic is broken, this is not funk and punk
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| Full tank, fierce sub cuts asphalt
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| We do not know how, but we take it out - a fact
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| You thought we just don't fumble and don't decide here
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| But we don't even know you
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| So boy close your mitten
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| And don't try to stop us
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| Old school needs an old sound
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| Sounds like it's everything
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| But the old school just needs a beat
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| Which will normally pump us
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| We will ride even 400 bpm
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| We solve even 400 new cases
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| If you are in the subject, tell everyone we are here as if for the first time
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| But I'm going for good
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| As long as there is electricity and air in the studio
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| So let's move on, let's move on together
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| Pen and paper and loved ones
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| We will move, we will move on together
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| As long as there is electricity and air in the studio
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| So let's move on, let's move on together
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| Pen and paper and loved ones
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| We will move, we will move on together
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| Till... |