Our written pages, shivers down our spine
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Their ace in the deck is money, we are not worried about it
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They are dead to us, they have no chance against us
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Screw their money, we've got lives full of rhymes
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I have a passion that allows me to see the world more clearly
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Hide your acid faces, I'm fine today
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This is not a joke, you feel this heat inside you
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I am myself a ship and a sail and not fierce
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Battles for stools, chases for hay
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I don't care, the scythe hit the stone
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Because youth is coming, we have power and energy in us
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You're not going to cram us into this machinery that easily
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I will not be her mood, enslaved like Tibet
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Freed from the trap, I go my way
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Though there is a slim chance not to get entangled in this system
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I will do my best to keep my conscience clean
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Together, we are able to shake this foundation
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It's hard to temper us, we are walking at a fast pace
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Our minds are not empty, it used to be Woodstock and Jarocin
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Today a hip-hop missile has been launched
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Our written pages, shivers down our spine
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Their ace in the deck is money, we are not worried about it
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They are dead to us, they have no chance against us
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Screw their money, we've got lives full of rhymes
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We have a shelter, but you can hear our noise
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You have a palace, but it's quiet there
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I just hear you giggle
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I know, in your eyes this is Don Quixote
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Okay, give that fan and I'll crush it
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If it's worth it, I'm fighting for what's important
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I defend my oases and hip-hop enclaves
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It is beautiful to bear witness to the truth
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Admittedly, there aren't many places like this left
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In a world where the protagonist of Rockefeller and Gates
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The life of ala Judym will not bring you glory
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Nobody remembers them, the place of heroes is a cemetery
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The punch line on how to live hidden in your heart
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Indescribable with simple lines
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How much are you willing to sacrifice in the name of principles
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Answer this question yourself
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Our written pages, shivers down our spine
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Their ace in the deck is money, we are not worried about it
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They are dead to us, they have no chance against us
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Screw their money, we've got lives full of rhymes
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Lofty slogans, faith in an honest life, youth
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Strong heartbeat and being yourself
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Beautiful slogans, straw enthusiasm and a sudden collapse
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Lost map, disagreements with reality
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A differently written sheet changes the scenario
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The underground emissary had ripped all his strength off himself
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Now economics is his guideline
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To make matters worse, our autonomy is under threat
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Before you win with us, however, you will eat a lot of fear
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I will defend her Cafu, with life force like Afu
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Once a street guerrilla, a living tissue of hip-hop
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Now bank accounts, this forces our resistance
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Prescription rap therapy, versus apathy, versus accounts
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Rap companion with whom I signed an eternal contract
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You feel? |
Got it |
You know what I mean?
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Hip dash hop, 2003, Lajner |