The sun went down in color, the world is reserved for us
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The curtain of the night has closed
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Rap middle age live from the street
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My words are bloody, pen and paper from the vein
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Our goal is certain, I will not stray from our path
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Fire does not touch us, our forest is made of stone
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We waited, now the lion broke its cage
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Seize them all smashed tasman
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I don't wear a silencer, my bombs are loud
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Run quickly, hide, rap in hand, rosary
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Snow fell on the market, cold wind blew
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The rappers you know cut their voices
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Things are personal, my rap is wild
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Company wanted blood, chose me deliberately (deliberately)
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It's time to weigh the whole world
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The day has passed, it's night time
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Who are friends and enemies left with us?
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I've written and finished a black list
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There is no salvation if you go to the police station
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I don't leave without scanning the rap market
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Neither winter nor summer never ends, no troubles
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Stagnant black and white are missing colors
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Main weapons and vests of steel
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Angels fled from my Karamis district
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I watched you all
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Konigsrasse grave or prison
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We did not sleep and we sidelined the street
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My mass is complete asshole you're right we drank blood
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We'll go hunting if the weather is just cool
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Forward like rabies, you'll come back
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I'm ready to die, in trust in my waist
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My district is in danger underground
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If there is mischief, life does not help
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All the roses withered, I always plucked from the root
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When Massaka comes, it ends, it collapses, help
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I told you, this is my difference
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Who are friends and enemies left with us?
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I've written and finished a black list
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There is no salvation if you go to the police station
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I don't leave without scanning the rap market |