He doesn't know what these scenes are
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Curtains open, forehead sweat is not cut
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The microphone is in our hands, our words are in languages
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Our faces are little known, our verses are memorized
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He doesn't know what these scenes are
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Curtains open, forehead sweat is not cut
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The microphone is in our hands, our words are in languages
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Our faces are little known, our verses are memorized
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Straight distance with the microphone, let it always be in between
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Not to say that writing rap does not look at the mind, knowledge, literacy
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I have an ear, now here, but that brain is still in the air
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Mill production, criticism of the composition of the host even in our language
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This beat conquered us, made us so mad sometimes resurrected grief
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You said many times that hanging from the ceiling of a lie made us brave
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We kill both hard and soft text, brain victims, tracks
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Who loved us for the truth, who hated us so much
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Go naked, intravenous drugs, here in Europe, embargo on us
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Straight style tie, Lacoste suit, comes to mind via cargo
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Who is crazy, who shows off, who is a "smart kid" who always looks at the word
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Who smells, smells very bad, the garbage inside flows through his nose
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Who is on top of the word, who is on top of the mistake, who is on top of the killer, who is on top of society
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Who wants justice, who is evil, who wants wealth, who wants money
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The truths behind incomplete ideas are native to me
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But my self-confidence did not leave me hopeless, even in my narrow day
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He doesn't know what these scenes are
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Curtains open, forehead sweat is not cut
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The microphone is in our hands, our words are in languages
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Our faces are little known, our verses are memorized
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He doesn't know what these scenes are
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Curtains open, forehead sweat is not cut
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The microphone is in our hands, our words are in languages
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Our faces are little known, our verses are memorized
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3 years of experience, more than a hundred tracks, many meetings, several concerts
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Over time, more than a hundred HOSTs appeared
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Full eyes from the crowd, although a thousand people stand out
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Challenges to the earth from the swamp reached the goal, even if most of the collar
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This is an explanation, not an honor, the right upbringing we want
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Wrong brains spelled in the wrong place, realized there were several straight brains
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We gave a lot of fun to the haters, we always sent the children away
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We went hand in hand with the enemies to get to know them better
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Use our mass, do not even think about it
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"Has the number of HOST youth decreased ?!" |
give up even wishing for it
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We needed a healthy young man, reading, spiritual development
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Even if it was in the past, the disgusting way, if confessed to be forgiven
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Find the paradox in our line, kill time in our text
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You are right, let's go forward, let's go to the past, let's go to the future
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You put on the scales - the right way, the left way, where is the profit
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Qaradaqirmizi.com - "Track words", see that there is a kingdom
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He doesn't know what these scenes are
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Curtains open, forehead sweat is not cut
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The microphone is in our hands, our words are in languages
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Our faces are little known, our verses are memorized
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He doesn't know what these scenes are
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Curtains open, forehead sweat is not cut
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The microphone is in our hands, our words are in languages
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Our faces are little known, our verses are memorized
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He doesn't know what these scenes are
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Microphone in hands
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Our faces are little known, our verses are memorized |