| I'm going on my way a thin long
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| Day and night I'm ice in the sun
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| I will translate it, my dear
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| Don't make a sound, this time shut up
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| Is there a Massaka Kodes to cut the sound?
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| Friend and foe will know us
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| You will die with a groan
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| If rap is your face, your jail acne
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| Black ties ties, your mother's nets
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| Are the roads divided for money?
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| The end of the goose tunnel will lead us
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| All three corners will burn
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| Trabzon Izmir Corum Erzurum
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| This place is clean, this is the latest situation here
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| I don't know anyone, I'm afraid of God and myself
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| Mursi live and die
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| Yemeni cannibal hursi
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| son of a bitch in my country
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| I'm butcher, you donkey's sausage
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| Those evil eyes become blind
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| Your minutes become months, days become years
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| We passed and came to your profit
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| we strung our throats together
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| You're going to burn
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| You'll think the world is paradise
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| Come to your senses, you're on the wrong track, you can't get away if you're late
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| We will attack soon, turn the lamp on
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| You can't solve us, there is no such number
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| This is not the end, just the beginning
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| We are the eagle, you are the swallow
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| Don't think I'm tired of the old one
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| We are stronger we are more reckless
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| Your air deflates like a balloon here
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| Your fathers can't save you
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| The season has started, we call on our behalf
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| The guns are ready, we'll scan them all
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| We opened up in the world you know
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| Your money won't save you anymore
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| Streets are my brand
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| If there's a war I won't be back
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| There is no meaning in living in fear
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| If necessary, we will make wudu blood
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| (First falling snows)
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| Borders lifted
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| us on the asphalt 36
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| Not friend but foe surrounded
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| It's not seen, we have different weapons
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| We'll get it in our hands, don't tire yourself
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| You will not be good, you understand by force!
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| It's cool in here, don't freeze from the cold
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| Scythe in my hand, bomb in my hand
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| When the snow falls, then you will come
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| The devil doesn't like anyone who knows his game
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| Soldiers don't bow down
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| Mason's finger ain't worth it
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| The night was reflected, the call was heard
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| The wounds are closed, the pain has stopped
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| Years passed but there was no tomorrow
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| Your reputation exploded as you ambushed
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| We are ready for anything, O Allah Kerim
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| As soon as my body works
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| You dream but underground I am
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| The weather is cool, the face is deep
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| Open your eyes, all triangles
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| We have grown from halal milk
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| Throw away the mess and get strong again
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| The streets demanded my rank rose
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| Your blood runs to the ground when it's hot
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| Look, my machine shoots the bullet
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| He sells his brother without blinking
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| A hundred-day beard in a three-day world |