Part 1:
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A couple of sour on my tongue
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Around Russian rap - I give them cunts
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I look at them from above - they are looking for Olympus
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I have two screens and I'm stuck in them
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Fuck your bitch and we'll be comfortable
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When you give us daddy's Ford
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Hey rapper, do you want to? |
Try
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Call all the freaks
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But I won't give you this piece
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Better not go where the quarters are
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'Cause even I'm never there
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I hammer round bring cash
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I'll cook us a sour lunch
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Back to zero, not easy
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I'm inside the bitch, pain
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I'm at the bottom anyway
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My fractals lead to the window
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These niggas are talking about
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What we said a long time ago
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Added more goods
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I fuck these pills
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You bazaar about broth,
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But we don't know
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I take out my katana
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Blood flows down the larynx
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Check out this unique samurai village
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We defend our honor and in the eyes of only Sharingans
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You don't have access to this tripod and paper
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Two oblique tongue, bitch in the bedroom
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A couple of sour (On the tongue, barely breathing)
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Sounds from below (that's all I hear)
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Fractals and discs on walls and roof
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Only shot left (only shot left)
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A couple of sour (On the tongue, barely breathing)
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Sounds from below (that's all I hear)
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Fractals and discs on walls and roof
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Only shot left (only shot left)
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Part 2:
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How much can I fuck
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I am in this house which day
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I merged with the wallpaper, the voice yells from the ceiling
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I do not pick up the phone and grows before my eyes
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All I remember is around the sky
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Fractals will help, think of everything yourself
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Better not look for God, my departure is a crooked road
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The seismograph is cracking, I call her again
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All the snobs around, she has trainspotting
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You rent a bitch, grandball plus
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Allergy to Fakboys
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And there is a house where I am cleaned below zero and my friend is rolling something
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We will remind you
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Look into my eyes
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And you will see how everything bleeds
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It flows through the veins * having drunk what I interfere with water *
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Take away all the shit and it will seem new to many
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You stupid fucker and a pack of the same stupid fuckers
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Noobs will reappear
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It's dirt, my boys are the foundation
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Wrapped up johnny yesterday
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And I'm already spinning a new one
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Still nothing
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Useless clothes
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Shut your mouth, show me the slums
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Listen, who is the best here - will not show TV and will not appreciate their ears
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Screams in the street, screams in the bedroom
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These bitches behind back we know
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But the words won't fly away
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Black demon among ducklings
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Bury the fucker
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After all, you know where we're flying
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Two dobs per tongue, two obliques, bitch in the bedroom
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A couple of sour on my tongue
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Around Russian rap I give them cunts
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I look at them from above - they are looking for Olympus
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I have two screens and I'm stuck in them
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Fuck your bitch and we'll be comfortable
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When you give us daddy's Ford
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Hey, rapper, do you want? |
Try
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Call all the freaks
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But I won't give you this piece
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Better not go where the quarters are
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'Cause even I'm never there
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I'm hammering round fetch cash
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I'll cook us a sour lunch
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Zero again is not easy
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I'm inside the bitch pain
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I'm at the bottom anyway
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My fractals lead to the window (to the window)
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A couple of sour (On the tongue, barely breathing)
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Sounds from below (that's all I hear)
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Fractals and discs on walls and roof
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Only shot left (only shot left) |