| The night is so short, a chelicera grabbed it
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| We would have an invisibility hat, until the morning we are at gunpoint
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| I burn my lips with a filter, the officers bare their teeth
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| They don’t like us anywhere, for us, muzlo is a panacea
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| While the guys are rolling on heliks, my flow is holy esoteric
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| From Sakhalin by air to the shore, a crooked barrel beats in hysterics
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| There are only idlers in my gang, yelling from those who are there from the TV
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| To the table we put a cap on you, sit down to the table we put a cap on
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| I have a beard, like a medical mask,
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| And my tongue is sharper than a Tabasco screw
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| I shoot with caution on the route I have traveled
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| Overseas herbs fruits choke my throat with a turtleneck
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| The night is so short, a chelicera grabbed it
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| We would have an invisibility hat, until the morning we are at gunpoint
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| I burn my lips with a filter, the officers bare their teeth
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| They don’t like us anywhere, for us, muzlo is a panacea
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| Pan-pan-tsey, pan-pan-tsey
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| Pan-pan-tsey, pan-pan-tsey
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| Pan-pan-panacea, pan-pan-panacea
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| Pan-pan-panacea, pan-pan-panacea
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| Blessed on the trap by the pontiff, illuminate with bright light
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| Here the soundman hurts our soul with his set until dawn
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| It will catch you trembling in bass, don’t call it a muzzle
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| We only dance until dawn, call us whatever you like, Pana
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| I printed the track on the mattress, as if I were a kodokushi
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| Scatter it in chat rooms, a hotbed of discussion will ignite
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| Send it in the mail, our rhymes are not your type
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| But I will jump to the beat, even if drunk to death
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| Shaking my shaved head
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| We are told that time has passed
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| Under the arm we hold a full horn
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| I shake my shaved head to the beat
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| We are told that time has passed
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| But we tightly hold a full horn
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| The night is so short, a chelicera grabbed it
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| We would have an invisibility hat, until the morning we are at gunpoint
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| I burn my lips with a filter, the officers bare their teeth
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| They don’t like us anywhere, for us, muzlo is a panacea
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| Pan-pan-tsey, pan-pan-tsey
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| Pan-pan-tsey, pan-pan-tsey
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| Pan-pan-panacea, pan-pan-panacea
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| Pan-pan-panacea, pan-pan-panacea |