The crumbs of inspiration lie on the desk
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Because it's a rap that didn't flow
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Languages that have lost their lives die with their eyes open
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In the notebook, the subject has lost focus like a fish
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It's easy, it's so easy to breathe
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It's easy to survive and I'm afraid to live
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My name is a noun but it means a verb
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My blood will flow 'til I run out of fans
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It's warm as if you've just passed through my heart
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When the meaning of the language changes through my mouth
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Crackling sound from a square desk
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Fragment of my youthful head of my bust
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Face, eyes and nose wait, erase your lips
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Let's write it down only where the ink spreads
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The letters pouring down like a shower of investment in my youth
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Outside the window is already shining
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the white ones are defiled
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dyed black
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Black drops intertwined with each other
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A lot of troubles and nights are only for you, for you
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The words I wrote and spit out yesterday are today
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Looking back, the meanings are all different in the end
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I know that when I change, the meaning also changes
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Preserving that very meaning is the rappers' fuckin' mission
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Numerous rhetorical words in front of my pen name
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You're an accompaniment to a stage without singers
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If I can't write that's like
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Castration of Wild Boss Investigators
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So I keep writin' to probe
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Guys be like wuh girls be like woo
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For some people who think like X
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Feeding the thoughts in my head by making fun of the pen
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Can you feel it now, do you?
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My dawn struggle with a single rhyme
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That's right, this is my youthful investment
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The leaves are falling and the flowers are blooming, it's still spring and autumn here
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Outside the window is already shining
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the white ones are defiled
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dyed black
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Black drops intertwined with each other
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A lot of troubles and nights are only for you, for you
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Look again, are the contexts gold?
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Is the tremor and tongue movement natural?
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Between the remaining words, the traces of a few years of work
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You swim well and you don't go through your feelings
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-My kingdom- When the red light comes on
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I'm so excited for what will become a sound
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the moment you've been waiting for
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A life that breathes with a few breaths
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Hoping to reach someone's ear on the way home
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Outside the window is already shining
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the white ones are defiled
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dyed black
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Black drops intertwined with each other
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A lot of troubles and nights are only for you, for you |