Yeah yeah
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Emis Killa
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Beautiful Bro
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Nayt One
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I live the music I make, I write life as I live it
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But it's not the same if I don't say it here
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You command me, tell me what to call you
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I make you believe it but then you don't command me
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Follow the news they say about my CD
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That it is a bomb and whoever pumps it is God from the send pushers
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Eh, given what they say it seems to me that they do not appreciate it
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And just not to agree with me in front of a wall
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I see they don't swerve
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If I don't use indifference, then I freak out
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In my night club I don't touch you but the bouncer beats you
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Extrabeat is a thing of syllables
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And you criticize him in my tracks but then you don't do it like Killa and me
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Nayt One I say the name until it impresses you
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You don't like this rap don't pay admission
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The sleeping dog fucks you with the anagram and then bites you
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Many times you asshole have lost!
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I'm in rap 100 percent already
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You don't listen to me, you give time to time
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I've been through here before
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I hear nothing of what you say as it is?
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They try to limit me to rap, they don't tie me up
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They try to make up my rap, they don't fool me
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After the fire I made here, I have time
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To tell you that there is none of rap for you
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Killa and Nayt man, fight club beating
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Why the fuck do you rap
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I'll kill you in your sleep like a nightmare
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Mic check, find Killa at the live playing
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You fucking talk to me about flow you work at McDonald's
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From Milan to Rome new school
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You pump me on the bus, surplus
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Up to nausea as with couscous
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You have the thickest necklace of the name you bear
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Between, you follow the metric coordinates too messy
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Run that, don't turn around because, in the rap circuit
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I dubbed you I'm behind you, donkey!
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Go to sleep with the fish if I shoot the flow
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With the pen I kill you like Joe Pesci in the Casino
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At seventeen on a freesta, I worked as an intern
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Whoever has charisma here stays on track
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Now get attached to this shit
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My people learn that: they smoke charas poker room
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You sign up for karate but you have a karaoke face
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I'm in rap 100 percent already
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You don't listen to me, you give time to time
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I've been through here before
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I hear nothing of what you say as it is?
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They try to limit me to rap, they don't tie me up
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They try to make up my rap, they don't fool me
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After the fire I made here, I have time
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To tell you that there is none of rap for you
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I've always done what I want with my rap
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No king or god, my uncle commands
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If I do what you say right you shout: "Oh my God!"
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The world of myths awaits me, oblivion awaits you
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Another fool hopes to tell me how to manage my flow
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Because he can't understand me he can't hit me
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You do not correct, but mislead
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Why are you acting up? |
You do not exist!
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Nayt, on clay since 2009, throwing rhymes
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If you are at war you have already won by saying my name
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And uh yo, I wrote and, and you didn't, I won ye ye
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With everything you say collapse, one misstep
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I fall into the ditch but I bounce
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When you see me still afloat it's a spasm
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And if you ask me: "How are you doing?" |
"It's a blast"
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I'm in rap 100 percent already
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You don't listen to me, you give time to time
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I've been through here before
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I hear nothing of what you say as it is?
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They try to limit me to rap, they don't tie me up
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They try to make up my rap, they don't fool me
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After the fire I made here, I have time
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To tell you that there is none of rap for you |