Many are counting on blind luck
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That he would find a paradise on earth someday
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When they no longer see any chances for themselves
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Everyone is ready to kill and steal
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They say real motherfucker, and he's from the planet mars
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Hello, a reality where smart, like Jerry Stark
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My clique, as Sars spreads anxiety among the masses
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Wait a minute, we break our necks, explosive style - pancerfaust
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I drive to the district, do not count on the treuga dei
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Ruthless as justice, bloody as the hand of nemesis
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It's me, the curse of life, the dark side of the moon
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A Doberman without a muzzle, panic arises in the eyes
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My team hit like a baseball in the knee
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Get your bucks, loser, lie down, this is a robbery, rap assassination
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For rap tribute, punishment for you, jesters, I burn like cigars
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Or I throw it over the balcony to fly like Hannawald
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So hype changes today, money, power
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There is nothing like promotion, emotions, gambling
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The poison served on the tray, the arsenic works
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Mafia weather, I'm like a grenade in my pocket
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It doesn't hurt
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There is no control
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I act on the senses as to protect the breath
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Be careful, I can enslave you with a word
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Rap kicks in the head, like Hong-Man Choi
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My crew themselves aware
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Cold blooded people like Colin
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Nobody will chase the motherfuckers from Lodz
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We start a fire, like a New York jihad
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The lines burn as if you were holding your mug at the end of the burner
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By crushing your mind like a hash to a letterhead, the moment the merchandise disappears
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Reality crank, like my sick psyche
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When I see fear radiate from your eyes
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How destiny is reflected in contact glasses
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There is no chance that these matters will be dealt with differently
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Only left chin hook, dirty truth right in the face
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So hype changes today, money, power
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There is nothing like promotion, emotions, gambling
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The poison served on the tray, the arsenic works
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Mafia weather, I'm like a grenade in my pocket
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Fuck taboos, I don't accept prohibitions
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Every lame without a message is making an organ donor
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Fuck them
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Fuck them
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Fuck taboos, I don't accept prohibitions
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Every lame without a message is making an organ donor
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Fuck them
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Fuck them
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The truth penetrates the skin
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Screws into cells
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Propaganda goes up in smoke
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My rap, like mint with a skunk
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The progenitor of fighting style
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Holly A boat in the genes, like a bluebird
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Post meridiem generation
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He gets up in the late afternoon
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My team, like hitting the head with a crowbar
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Give me a wallet, a tit, a chain, a sweatshirt, pants with a phone
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The king is naked, I eat your fragile ego like asparagus
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I am the verdict for the industry, the day of the final doom of the heads
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So hype changes today, money, power
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There is nothing like promotion, emotions, gambling
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The poison served on the tray, the arsenic works
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Mafia weather, I'm like a grenade in my pocket
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So hype changes today, money, power
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There is nothing like promotion, emotions, gambling
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The poison served on the tray, the arsenic works
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Mafia weather, I'm like a grenade in my pocket |