| Who wants the darkness, let him come first
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| Whoever pushed us here, take care, where are we?
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| We are everywhere with Massaka
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| Don't be afraid, the rain won't stop
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| If you search, you will find trouble at 34 or 36.
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| blood beaver i honey badger
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| It's a massacre, if you go, don't talk about masculinity
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| All flowing waters become blood
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| If you're hungry, you're never full, tighten your belt
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| Baby, requests never end
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| Underground we rap rats
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| parallel in each direction
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| You're talking about nine souls, the wounds were always open
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| He can't get rid of trouble, we are here
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| Those who come with the hardest rhyme
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| A spinster rapper
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| Be smart they do
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| Killa gangsta Killa
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| Killa war crime
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| Killa is a gangster
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| Bam bam your face
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| It's done, my men
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| Silent to the masks
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| you cry from fear
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| you're out of breath
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| We always fight and know this to the death, huh?
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| My real name is «Natural Born Killa»
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| Look, there the shadows, there's someone there
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| This is how you get scared at night, why would you cry?
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| Uncrossed, uncrossed hidden borders
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| Distant voices sound as if the dead are whispering
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| The animal in me is silent calm traces
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| Behind the bush stare at me like fairies
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| The fogs are dense
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| Drown in the secluded corner
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| sink one by one
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| Let the bones break
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| I'm back again Gekko
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| real intravenous ghetto
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| Get your adjective out of me, lo
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| Massaka we always make homes
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| We came again, we laid again
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| The hardest of raps
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| Thirty-six scares the tallest of every neighborhood
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| I want
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| motherfucker movie
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| Punishment and Killa in the city
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| Now psycho is scary
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| Whoever comes after me is always tired
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| 'Cause I'm fast
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| Fuck my head, am I a girl please?
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| sit where you sit
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| Curtain your shroud home
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| I'll rap to your face quickly
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| I knock and then come out of the piece
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| It's a Massacre that bores you
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| I called out to the dark, troubled the demons
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| Stone on the street, fed on blood
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| What did I give up, I gave up on the bastards
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| I waited for my watch in the night of 36
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| Come to our swamp, instant mounts
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| Massacres in the street, mothers cry blood
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| For this environment (yeah!)
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| All lives are sacrificed
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| Kreuzberg black scourge
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| Penalty with Kreuzberg
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| Black black streets, filth all around
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| Whoever comes, we fucked them all
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| Under the sky our men wait
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| 36 war come on soldiers |