One hundred percent underground music And rap was our fight
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Is that place going to America, we are on another road
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Maybe I'll give my head, maybe I'll return with my head in my hand
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So does it make a difference Our concern is music
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We said our problem was music and we woke up with sweat every night
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Be worse, we opened the curtain as you passed all these days
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Our love grew day by day and
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Stages and theaters used to turn on the street, Life is powdery pink
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Number of fights per square meter 258
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A helpless who trusts a gun, a helpless shot from behind
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And there is a friend next to me, but my struggle has no limits
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If the medium is the definition of Shit, force this smoke into your head
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All these bitches who knew our place but couldn't come
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He will talk from afar, his remote controls will be broken
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A piece for those who say every piece of shit is number 10
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Not 1, not 10, not exactly 0 coupons.
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Denizli is equal No1, hear and get sinusitis if the arm breaks
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How do I call the ambulance, be practical.
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And lean on this wall, be careful
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Get yourself a share, write an answer, call it diss
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You're dead already, I'm a soldier turned right
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I quit school and my job while you keep the money tight
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I was the one who painted the wall while you were asleep in bed
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On the walk, you always thought I just came from the police station
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It won't help if you tear your ass off and wear it on your head bro
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Denizli Saltak War Rapte coup secret and boss
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While I rap with the stolen microphone, you shut up
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We said our problem was music and we woke up with sweat every night
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Be worse, we opened the curtain as you passed all these days
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Our love grew day by day and
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Stages and theaters used to turn on the street, Life is powdery pink
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We said our problem was music and we woke up with sweat every night
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Be worse, we opened the curtain as you passed all these days
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Our love grew day by day and
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Stages and theaters used to turn on the street, Life is powdery pink |