Life itself
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Yes, it is
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Sin for sin
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We spin around this
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Around the same rules, you know?
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Check it out!
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From Bałuty straight ahead, in the shadow of skyscrapers, a second once, a short stop
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Give me a break, God, I carry my life on my shoulders
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Among the fake as a transformer
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The world shows fucking irony, a problem?
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Sin for sin, you know how it is, the hand will not tremble
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Though the last laugh I am, I'm still serious
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Time rotates and we rotate between blocks
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Away from lazy Kens and underdeveloped Barbie's
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Blow for blow, the eternal law, with progress to the side
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I can vouch for what I know, having a concept
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He's a bogus with a fake pot, no fucking curiosity
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Drilled with the attitude of who has power in their hands
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The angel builds up self-confidence, for old times
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Do you know what blows the poor man? |
Wisdom is dwindling
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Sin for sin, three against three, knot for knot
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Blood for blood, fear for fear, fist for fist or backwards
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Sin for sin, three against three, knot for knot
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Blood for blood, fear for fear, fist for fist and full speed ahead
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Teeth on the ground, mouths like Reni, in the colors of the rainbow
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Overcome sentiments, do deeds
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Conquer the motherfuckers and not get cash
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Mother gave the brains, try to figure it out
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How to live with dignity and be human
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How to stop the form of bad drugs
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Do what is given to you when you have reason
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Sin for sin and go on
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How to live with dignity and be human
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How to stop the form of bad drugs
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Do what is given to you, if you have reason
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Sin for sin and go ahead, yeah
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Twice the chu, shit me a shortcut
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You can wait, believe me
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Let your ass get better in your breasts
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In matters of connection, this is pure truth, brotherhood
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Bałucki hip-hop is not for export, but for kumaty people
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Melted into the greyness of life, as in the Adriatic Sea
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Away from the premier league, it's not a fucking blind date like Ibish
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Time to avenge the guilt, sin for sin in the shadow of skyscrapers
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A second, two, a short stop, I want to find you
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It was not the time for tears, but ours here, I and we persevered
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And the same story, needless to say
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Grief over the city like Pegasus
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And the Baluca land is in our hands
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I will not give up to the motherfuckers, I have to give, spit on mine
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Watch the coward hide his head behind the project
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More than anxiety goes to rub, sex, the secret is places in the city
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Where the aggression police parade in mistakes
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It's not like that, are you sure?
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Nobody will be a gentleman for rudeness
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You sold a buddy, you sold yourself
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A sin for sin, as inseparable as scratch and DJ Premier
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The problem is, take a bundle, your commoners
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What is arguing about conscience, ignore me in provocation
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It is as certain as faith, because it makes sense
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This love is not in dollars, because it makes sense
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It is as certain as noise, because it makes sense
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Balucka bond, you know what it is like, sin for sin
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Sin for sin |