Little Ram is a parasite
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Little Ram, hit
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Brother, well, you develop a style
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Yes, do not let yourself be thrown into a precipice and confuse the strength in you to drag
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Every day I said to myself:
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"You have everything in your hands
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If you are not talented like Pak or someone there
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Then you have to fight your way strictly like a tank"
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Sometimes I can't be understood:
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Now a friend, now an enemy, now pleasant, now a reptile,
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And nonsense comes out of your mouth
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It's like I've been drinking for a month, barely pressing the stopcock
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I trampled the telethresholds, I got into holes in TV
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To understand that my plan is bad as a plan
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And I'm just a kid
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Or a drug addict who doesn't remember his father
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That's probably why it's so
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He beheaded himself so as not to depend on blessings
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And the more I act like a fool
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The later you'll see there's a hole in the heart, yaw
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In the meantime, I'm tearing ligaments on stage
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Yes, like the last time, jumping in the slam
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From the very beginning I saw this as a goal
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Become more weighty, but not with a chain
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My fan, thanks for trying to hit the pain points
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I would be covered with dust for sure
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No more posts gnaw at me
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Nor postirony prickly stuffing
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I will peck my nose into the document to give out the text
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Come to your senses, I'm not just an MC, I'm a mix
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Experience and genuine flow
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They'll let you shit like a missile system
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Listen to crime fiction
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I have a worm's skull
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Our people love meat but don't mind fat
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I wave my hands like Shiva is toasting
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And here in front of you, brother, thousands of eyes
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Jury, judges, working class
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They all crave feedback, like the first time
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And I read the track, fucking like "Our Father"
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I give myself to you
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And we melt like in a house of wax figures
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You have come to the address
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It's up to us
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I give myself to you
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And we melt like in a house of wax figures
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You have come to the address
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It's up to us, yeah
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Get on the dance floor, cut down the fast flow
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You fly onto the dance floor, we'll make a shaking
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You fly onto the dance floor, cut down the fast flow
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You fly onto the dance floor, we'll make a shaking
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The order to explode all urgently
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I'm waiting for the end to fit into the slam
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I fuck the audience, because these are my children,
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And I guard them like Jackson in Neverland
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The bar will close
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But we will break in to sow a nightmare
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In Highbury there will be a mix of those abandoned by you
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All the truant couples in the university
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Landmarks on posts
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Parodied by NASCAR
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Traffic jams under me - nine-point Moscow
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The paramedic picked out the Passat from my orbits
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Three fingers up, boy!
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But wait, I started a fucking century ago
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And your advice to me like what to do and how
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Need more than pussy eyes, yow
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I am from the lower class
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Right now my army is bigger than Kinshasa
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Small flashes me so often
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Artyom Tarasov began to cosplay her
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Fuck your Gucci Gang
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I'm only interested in burning slam
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At my concerts this mosh pit band
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Vollov hastat is devoutly chopped
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I give myself to you
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And we melt like in a house of wax figures
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You have come to the address
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It's up to us
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I give myself to you
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And we melt like in a house of wax figures
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You have come to the address
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It's up to us, yeah
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Get on the dance floor, cut down the fast flow
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You fly onto the dance floor, we'll make a shaking
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You fly onto the dance floor, cut down the fast flow
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You fly onto the dance floor, we'll make a shaking |