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trio, uptown here
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Fireworks are flying in Uptown
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The sun is gone, swallowing up the city
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Night, the track is under a hundred, the gate is raised
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Away from the bustle. |
There is more than one reason
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Go to extremes: hatred, envy and hunger
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Shrouded in smoke courtyards and sleeping areas
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Devils in the streets like demons hide in bedrooms
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Neighbors have warmed their ears at sockets for a long time
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The one who is cramped within four walls went out the window
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The birds are flying and the sea is churning
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A smart girl dies in daddy's daughter
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The showcase beckons with contents, the pockets are empty
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Mom will not have enough for her son for crosses, here they barely make ends meet
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Pyramids, loans, Mavrodi
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There, whoever managed, snatched it - something like that, like
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Other people's noses roam in their own garden
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There is little trust where not only bridges are built
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The process boils, and we cook in it
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Fortune at the feet, alas, does not rush, no
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Life is seething, time is toiling
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Chronicle of everyday life over a beat, let it stay that way
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Let it stay like that
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The process is in full swing, time is toiling
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Chronicle of everyday life over a beat, let it stay that way
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So life will fly by in the area, to each in his own tone |
We are all prisoners of vanity
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Where in a moment you are left without a share, God's will for everything
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Here we are spinning as best we can here
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Life will fly by in the area, to each in his own tone
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We are all prisoners of vanity
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Where in a moment you are left without a share, God's will for everything
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Here we are spinning as best we can here
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There is bustle in my area, people are endlessly tossing about
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Who stirs up what, who carries where
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Time is sand, life without pauses
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Where simplicity and kindness do not raise status (severely)
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Don't give them a reason to send to anyone
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Or tie and punish according to the severity of the law
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Be careful, be humble, honor the word
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Know who is a sincere friend and who is not your acquaintance
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Have a profession, pass tests, close the session
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Gain experience, collect money for retirement
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Run forward, believe in your life as the best version
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Filter emotions that enrage, live in progression
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Some plow everything, others stir up
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It doesn't matter if you figured out the rebus or understood the essence
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The days will show us who was right and who is joking with life,
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And we'll get through somehow
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So life will fly by in the area, to each in his own tone
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We are all prisoners of vanity
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Where in a moment you are left without a share, God's will for everything |
Here we are spinning as best we can here
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Life will fly by in the area, to each in his own tone
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We are all prisoners of vanity
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Where in a moment you are left without a share, God's will for everything
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Here we are spinning as best we can here
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Garbage want to set you up, there is a game without rules
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In which you need to fumble and be able to trade smoothly
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In order not to cut off traffic, you need to meet your brother at the station
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You have to keep writing so you don't make ends meet
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We dreamed of a concert hall and did not stop
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The boys are on course and know that someone is firing here
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Uptown is still going strong
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Don't try to overtake us on the rally, boy
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Someone under this Mouzon will smoke schmalli
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Someone will turn out their pockets in a bar
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I beguiled the coast, the keparik flew off, the music scales
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Bro spit, Uptown is in the game. |
Shalom, Israel
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The opposite eyes tell me: "Brother, we are in the subject"
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I believe, I, I believe them without a shadow of a doubt
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Chilim swam in a circle, smoothly relieving tension
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And the head, like a pendulum, set itself in motion
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We are a product of the city's cold concrete
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Where the sky was covered with a veil of gray smog
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Kumar cuts our eyes, the same Uptown |
There are a lot of people in this circuit that pick up the signal
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I remember I did not suspect then how the card would fall
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And did not hope for a ghostly source of luck,
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But the truth is simple, the way to the end
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Wherever the path takes us, we must not lose face
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Someone will drown in yard scrapes
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Smoke will cover many strongly, like a managa
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I press the crab to rhyme maniacs, and everything is as it should
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We will take it out and not turn it off with faith in ourselves and in our brother
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So life will fly by in the area, to each in his own tone
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We are all prisoners of vanity
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Where in a moment you are left without a share, God's will for everything
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Here we are spinning as best we can here
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Life will fly by in the area, to each in his own tone
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We are all prisoners of vanity
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Where in a moment you are left without a share, God's will for everything
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Here we are spinning as best we could here, as we could here |