In the bowels of the arches trampled by me, papi burned anorak
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As if noble, I am a healer, I know where the herbs are stored
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I take off a healthy extract, a runny nose otherwise
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Sports guys are not princes, they break the attic for cowards
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A step separates from God, the narc who interfered with the poppy
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The party will not become dimmer if there is a mike on the party
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Stars noticing between dreams, I create a potion like a magician
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Glue the plot details, craft developed rank
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The flag will not become the color of white slippers, those worn by the enemy
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Facts weigh more than a tank, bite the fuck out asshole
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Enough swearing and so that crushes the ear, sowing a mess
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Lyra will not let you rest without decomposing the tales into a beat
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In the autumn you lay down the chickens, and I will gather my weed
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Grabbing a backpack, I move like this in rape
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The one who breathes behind his back, there will remain a brother
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You smell a pungent aroma, then we'll smoke potfuck
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A pack of dogs are hungry and feed from my paws
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Experience is accumulating, which means tomorrow, I will be happy here
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For the title rhyme parade, honey brother knows from the chambers
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The word is not marriage, we will not see each other in any way
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Grin hold the master, not befitting the field of onlookers
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The man behind the mask is weak, but makes a masquerade
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Time will feed him, I'll send what's up to the local
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Underground aggregate lays treasure
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Hearths of gambling do not wither, cards are recognized for luck
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In the Ford, the concrete does not melt, the snow lies on the tables
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Years of staying here were rented
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I am a poet and an external student, what is the exhibit building
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Exporting portions of food, for street children
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Poison is not carried into the hive, the detachment is carefully selected
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A blank shell left, the one that does not hurt the guys
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The chosen path is studied, it certainly does not lead back
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You hear muzlo from the speakers, alladin stirs up the rite
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They found an option, it is close from head to toe
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The fact that a little dented, reflections tell me
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Evening prepared for honey, hearing will be reported later
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Chasing not in fashion, but according to the weather, I leave the darkness
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Already ready for something, the one who crossed the ravine
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Spit it out if it's wrong, or let me know the sign
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The will to fist, babylon leads the fool
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It's like, you're not a giant, but I'm a dealer drag
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The timer is ticking, tick-tock, you're in trouble
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From the narrow circle, catch the ship bomb clack |