I firmly decided for myself, with music forever,
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There is a head on the shoulders
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There is the same dream
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There is that fire in the eyes
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There is that spark inside
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There is that one madam for whom I am alive,
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I am grateful to those who are not empty like dummies,
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The music of the cold walls prepares the product from the heart,
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While the departments are sewing things, we are crowded in the entrances,
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Rap from dirty stairs is true and interesting.
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This world is small, we will soon find out for you,
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The fact that you fuck in tracks doesn't impress us at all.
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Who needs to know who speaks the truth
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Let everyone hear this, this rap is in kind
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Vysteg, there is no thought on the sheet, the brush holds the pen,
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Fuck the artists, I ask people to wake up
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Maybe someday I'll live normally
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And I'll take you to hot sand and palm trees
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It's my karma to put my whole soul into the lines
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And to prove to many that I could in kind While my legs are walking, I give you a head start,
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Later our quorum will oust everyone indiscriminately
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Native punishments, doras echo the echo of the underground
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Rap from the heart and numbers do not play a role
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From the pain inside, fastum will not help,
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My truth is visible like oil on water,
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Let the masses know about the pizdoballs in power,
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About the guys from the district, about the city passions
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This is news from the outskirts, and not alive yet,
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This world is false, it will always be like that.
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My city is a pit, I understand this, but I am devoted to it like a dog to its owner,
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Borrowed living is my paradise,
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I went to the edge and like a pillar stood there.
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This is all his own and only for his own, quietly,
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For each of them to penetrate,
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The cry of the soul in rhymes remained black paste,
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On sheets in a cage and leave me there
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Just understand I need to hear it
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I am with you morally above all this,
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Above roofs, ceilings, clouds above
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Found my niche
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I love you, you hear and these quarrels are useless,
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Don't be jealous, I know it's hard
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But everything will be fine dear.
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The same entrances, the same small world,
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Same dirty rap, from the same dirty stairs.
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Music of cold walls, I fell into its captivity
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Among whores, bruises and stab veins,
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But there is one that I need so much
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Everything is just for you, I live for you.
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Music of cold walls, I fell into its captivity
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Among whores, bruises and stab veins,
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But there is one that I need so much
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Se only for you, I live for you. |