My life is cramped, cramped like Istanbul
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Ah! |
traffic all over
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I don't like this girl, she's like
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punk dynamite
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Calling on' tonight gonna blow me up
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His mind will get over the Piyancı
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The market will be spent fast
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If we love rap
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One superior to the other, one to the other.
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you fell into my hand
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Look, the level dropped when it came to the environment
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Why did you come after me like a brazen?
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But stay away from me that's the rule
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Your face to be cut is ice
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Change me when you see it and keep your mouth shut
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It's too much for you Anıl is cool cool
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I created the biggest of my dreams: Rap!
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They always tried to spoil my mood
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A word fell before it reached me
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Seeing him, the vultures swarmed over him.
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I think the market is sick today
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There's nothing to be afraid of
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Rap's name is bigger than all of us today
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Death to all the bitches except inside
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Scanning ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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As we unleash this fire that broke out of our hearts
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It's not pop that gets back up, boy I'm rap
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My fans who see me crazy in Bur
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Bigots listen to me bro
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Bigots are listening to you bro
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As Hayk transforms to Immanuel Kant
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It's your job to sell his legacy.
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When Fino sniffs the ass of phenos
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Do you think it will happen?
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You know, this is the dream
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feces from your mouth
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What you think is courage is called doubt.
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You're an asshole!
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Hug your whiskey and cocaine while you die
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Tell me, what can you put instead of money?!
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They're crazy when they're after them
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He was surprised, who is he going to throw a stone at?
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What a strange swamp you turned into
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You ran away in every fight of mine
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You thought that I kept silent, you fell into the trap
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You look like a merchant, I'm far from all of you
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Everyone's troubles are their own
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Fuck it cuno I used to call myself
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Some rhyme might be heavy for you
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You go and bring your brother to my neighborhood
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Whoever comes sees, goes crippled
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Every fight stinks of blood
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There is only one king in London this time
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You go and ask your brothers
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Your English is shit
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Get your rap up your ass
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Bok.com shit bag
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Don't give a shit look at me I'll break your head
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Don't go to me at the time of the massacre
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Tekmill, Massaka war intravenous
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Poow pa your head explodes
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My reddened eyes
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I got a cold, not from the wave
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I got my present for my birthday
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The lines I wrote are also my band-aid
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Seagulls mistook the thrown bagel
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There is one waiting at home, the name "Sapphire"
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Is there a star left when I make a wish?
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Did you think everything I read was written?
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If it has fallen, remove it before your dreams fall apart
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Those who want to win should be patient without getting tired
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You are not a wall, long live before it collapses
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No one should say love without burning with longing
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Don't go without asking, I'll lose my mind later
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Table of milk as soon as you wake up
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Get down, the crowds don't exist
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I'm in trouble this time
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Leave the illegal, son, seek your share
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Shhh we're falling once in a while
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Will you laugh at me, of course, call me
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Let me give you one word, look, there's a madman in the house
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"What are you after?" |
called
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A ton of dreams that go to waste, none of them are ours
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Believe in tomorrow, the street is at my house
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Close your eyes, thank God
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To whom is this road destined?
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No one is left with empty talk.
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Watch what happens if you're afraid
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Diyos: «Canbay and Wolker bi' keco!»
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get the fuck out of my way
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Even if you are, your work is wrong
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We just started, what you see is the demo
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That's why effort is invisible this way
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Scan la your bey (bey)
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No back to us, jet black leather (leather)
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I made my enemy taste the place
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You're in love with the mask under me
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Hang out in the whorehouse
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Always allowed in the snow, the streets are ours
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That man, this man but not you
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Listen Turkish Rap, bitch you're so good
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Crescent in the sky, escape from prison
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You jumped three times, your villa exploded
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Plan to bomb his armored vehicle
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What happened to your coştun? |
ruined the result
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Be-Be-Belde tool, wrong trade
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Night visit, bullet hit
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Three-Six Hells, burning province
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We're mentally ill old man handle it
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Get in the bank rob, socks on my face
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Get in, kick, slap, empty the cupboard
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Bags are full, always full
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A little break or a soda
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Safety go ahead, fuck off.
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Smoke, my bucket by my side
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Take care of your ass, bees sting
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rip off what you got in the Wild World
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Cable around your neck, let the whole staff come
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This place is not dangerous
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Neither Polat nor Pablo
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Diablo at Massaka's ugliest side
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Turkish Rap wore a shroud
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Diablo Blood comes at night
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Your gang wore the pink skirt
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your jaw is broken in three hands
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Deutsche Rap and |
Dolce gang, yo, denim jacket
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You're asking so many reasons, no, for no reason
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You're Soluyo shit baby, yo, kok and meth
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You're Listening «Gucci Gang», Mucci Gang
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This is seriously hurting me teacher, you're doing it
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You're Diyo: "Get grass." |
free of charge
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And your music is completely dead and empty
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Go go! |
(Walk go)
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Take execution, all kinds of goods
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Image bullshit not famous celebrity
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Digga put the mic down
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Your fuckin' Auto-Tune pop and wack
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You put it because you have a bad voice
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If someone asks for mana, they get bored and say, "Oh!" |
your lesson
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The money you eat is always haram
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Have a case like a man
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It's nice to hurt the empty winter he made
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Come on, new trouble for us
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I'm twisted, twisted, torn, broken
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I'll break your arm years of my code hurt
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Who's the run you're running, the age of my house
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The work I hear is the winter of my city of success
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I buy the vaccine I found cheap, but
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Somebody's going 'go' again money
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In the streets where you are afraid to wander at night
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Plays the notes of my melody from the underground
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He said; |
«Defkhan's money car
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Blue purple lamps» but I'm not that (No)
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Always on the same track Def pu Rap motherfucker old man
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Years ago I wore concrete on my feet
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You're here today and gone tomorrow
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Running after little girls
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motherfucker pedophilia
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Cap on your head, colt on your waist
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You're never a ghetto holding a microphone
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Don't stop, delete my name playlist homie
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If I can't do justice to that beat
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You even remember some lines from the past
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This shit is the version of Heroin without additives.
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Say this flow tiki taka«How quickly did it end eight lines?»
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Your masters know me (Def2Easy)
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Now those who undress for art
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Turkish Rap's lions all around
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Believe when you see us, their shields will fall
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And it reminds you of the Balkans here
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Now count down from three come on dude moon
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And this is the science thesis from a donkey' tay
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But the most beautiful of problems to you
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What you say comes up straight is all horizontal
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I close my eyes and dive in
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Come on, give me an account of what happened
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You're retarded but yes he couldn't come back
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You know me, make sure I find that house
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Do you hear me? |
I'll break that waist
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I come with a saw and cut that elongated tongue
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Don't ask me, we'll be made of those ashes back
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These works are the dirt of our hands.
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no panic animal
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This Rap is constantly chemical
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Silivri Hannibal got to know me
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While Wonder Woman's hair is the fury of Venom
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My lyrics are killing them all
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«Sorry mama I'm a criminal»
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You know Route is the name of any problem
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As long as I'm free I'm rap their life is cruel
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That's why I throw ashes in their faces
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Our gang changes the direction of the water (Bitch!)
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I can't move crane
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My army will lynch their bastards
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Because I scribbled my verses while you were sleeping geblo
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You are a fish out of water, there is no equal for us
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You're in the tunnel, this is the subway inside me
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We're piercing through this is the only lord in the market
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It's us!
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You are small, we are always by your side.
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Hip-Hop and me the same Tiësto and Techno |