First couplet:
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So much rap about rap
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I do not stand aside, I open secrets.
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popular segment,
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Sign on your back, please, leaving marks.
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Rhyme whips like a whip
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Forcing to grow up or affectionately with a broom.
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Not enough pure pace, you need to be different, man,
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Participate in the spectacle.
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Like a hunted animal
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In the dressing room in circles, I wound bandages in circles.
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Another round, get up, go.
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Another round, get up, fight like it's the last time.
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Show your final trick
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Weird, documentary where it's dark at the end.
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It's not lead that's mowing here, little one.
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Gangs are knocking down, pitch with wine through a windbreak.
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There is no end to the synonym for poverty.
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The region proved to us more than once - there is a double bottom there.
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Loading all the pain into an album,
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I go to the whole world with war, behind my back is a bloc.
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Most crucified broke, no finances - goof.
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Show your loot and flesh.
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Punching the road with the forehead of a stupid icebreaker,
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But the verse is like a glove again.
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It is not easy to accept the steel of blades.
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No friends - make enemies.
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It's also bullshit to do what you shouldn't, bro.
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And do not do what is demanded, tighten your stomach.
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Hit first if it's a rough tone, cutting off the chatter.
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Every devil yells, they say the king.
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Fashion drives the slaves forward, but I erased the password
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Leading the board proudly to the bottom.
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Chorus:
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Where we are not
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Virgin white snow falls, melts not soon.
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As if in the wild taiga, the muse is like a beast,
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What is suitable, not knowing about gunpowder.
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Second couplet:
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Monologue of the possessed
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Thoughts are spinning inside, compressing with springs.
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Most are indecisive
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While the lyricist is dragging the load by the collar to the top.
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An uninhabited hut, unusual embroidery, it seems like beads.
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The Master hears the Supreme.
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The authorities are scouring the mines, looking for instigators.
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The couple does not write for a long time.
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You will become a stone in the square,
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Listen and absorb the promises of politicians.
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The suppression of the rally, screams and shots.
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Muse is a capricious lady, not one of those who are called.
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Feels sincerity.
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I so wanted to be chosen
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Do not climb into the TV, eat or sleep.
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Night, avenues, lights of garlands.
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It's better to look into yourself right now. |
What's the price?
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Do you want hype? |
dance, shine
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By stained sheets, you have to surprise.
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Look how the countryman took off.
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Here, learn, pacify your temper,
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Add these mad monkeys as friends,
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Whose antics rushing over the edge, damn suicide.
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Hide and go to the basement,
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Wait out the riot and the rain, clean up the mess in your labors.
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When buy and sell around, I'm looking for
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But the radar is dulling - thoughts are a hurricane.
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Let's go so far for the truth.
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Everything under your nose, uncle, look around, check out my plan.
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I wish others well
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But when you go over the edge, you fall into one of the pits.
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Chorus:
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Where we are not
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Virgin white snow falls, melts not soon.
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As if in the wild taiga, the muse is like a beast,
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What is suitable, not knowing about gunpowder. |