| We have covered this planet like aphids.
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| At first they loved, but then the scarlet dawn came.
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| The scum declared themselves gods,
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| The rulers in the 25th are saying something in a whisper.
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| And we cut veins for a reason,
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| Breaking through the walls headlong, coming to life in a row.
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| For fag * th miracle, I'm a fool, so be it, a trifle.
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| Mom has not been waiting for a miracle for a long time.
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| She's scared, I'll be on the defensive, I'll hold the fig in my hand.
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| Oh, she is a cunning lizard - she leads the wrong way, confuses;
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| And you - fuck her off her feet,
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| Or stick with a fat beak from the deflection.
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| I spit angrily at their laws,
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| Your slaves have drawn their pitchforks and are coming towards you through the fog.
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| Give her a fuck, or poke her with a fat beak from the bend.
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| I spit angrily at their laws.
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| Your slaves have drawn their pitchforks and are coming towards you through the fog.
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| Give her a fuck, or poke her with a fat beak from the bend.
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| I spit angrily at their laws.
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| Your slaves have drawn their pitchforks and are coming towards you through the fog.
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| Fucking bloodsuckers! |
| People don't sleep well
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| They dream of the Ministry of Justice.
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| Hey you, judge - stupid boat, you will writhe in your sleep
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| From pain - I conjure, curse you, finish, blowing.
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| Fuck, you didn't understand them*I.
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| They keep waiting for justice from you
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| But not cold, dark dampness.
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| You need to close in the basement - judge the cockroaches.
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| Torment the rat, it's too early to die.
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| Everyone who was punished by your hand will come to you
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| With a court gavel - they will break your fuck.
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| I light a match, I light a fire in the hearts of all people.
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| I break untruth like a branch, I throw it into the mountain of burning branches.
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| I throw water into the air and the drops sparkle,
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| Like the eyes of people - those who are with us.
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| Hip-hop spirit fly! |
| We keep going
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| The ways of the Creators are not easy.
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| Spirit of hip-hop, I hear your screams.
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| Crying executioner of human destinies - run, run!
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| Hip-hop spirit fly! |
| We keep going
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| The ways of the Creators are not easy.
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| Spirit of hip-hop, I hear your screams.
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| Crying executioner of human destinies - run, run! |