Son of Ra-Ra-Ra-Rap sifted the words with tweezers
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Sweat dripping from his forehead dripped into his microphone
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Some lips are in a smoking coma
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The custom of the paper «Write!» |
said
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He ate himself while scribbling on white leaves (yeah)
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Light a match (light)! |
See the smoke (see the smoke)!
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I had my cries as a gift to your usurpers certified at the notary public.
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Their cries migrated from heaven on earth
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Tears of your eyes became the sauce for my saddest songs
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Knives in my body to stab 'til I pretend to be dead
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He will silence those scoundrels with Mevlana's lines inside me
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I know that you find my songs cheerful is due to profanity.
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Is what I wrote a lie?
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Cut off your ears (hook)!
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Yesterday I rapped until my voice was hoarse. |
I guess I should have recorded
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I threw bread to my enemies, I gave meaning to my meanings
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I clung to my apologies
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It's 02:10, I'm hungry!
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My action is like pedaling in the desert sands
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I am happy in my dreams, thankfully I am a slave to myself
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If I were the guest of your nightmares
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Oh you babies, your eyelids tremble
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Life has fallen from axes, sucked a half-green forest
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I am the lion inside
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I'm pedantic by the power of what I know
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The deed is my word, my name is the signature
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My people who are kings to your kingdom
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Three steps in one individual. |
I cracked your diss
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In one couplet I broke the teeth of the false ryhme
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I broke the spine of the helpless Rap, my razor cut the tongue of the arrogance
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My ticket to heaven was taken from the front rows
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I've observed that you don't believe your own lies
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I miss your honesty
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I brewed and drank the wounded soul of my poems like tea
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I've served my sentences, sprinting through the road of big mistakes
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(I) invested in my freedom
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I wrote a superstitious rhyme to superstitious beliefs
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I've observed that you don't believe your own lies
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I miss your honesty
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I brewed and drank the wounded soul of my poems like tea
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I've served my sentences, sprinting through the road of big mistakes
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(I) invested in my freedom
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I wrote a superstitious rhyme to superstitious beliefs
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My choruses with punks, bitches
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I shared it with diamonds and people for years.
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Your unstoppable curses are in my ears
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Your lips are filled with handicapped sorrow as your soul throws itself off the cliff.
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My choirs are my gift to silence
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I tasted the secret cries of the silent
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I lived my life like a messenger from heaven, honey
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Fifty of a hundred rest in peace
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Rest in peace my childhood days, nostalgia
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Oceans are my ink, trees are my pen
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May your soul rest in peace with endless songs
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Fifty percent your angels, what's left is your demon
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My brain damaged by biological gases, you know
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Invention of the black race Hip-Hop dominated by the white boy
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microphone in hand
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If my words are insufficient, listen to the background with your ears
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I hope my muses don't end
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The ceremonial master lit the candle underground
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I've observed that you don't believe your own lies
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I miss your honesty
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I brewed and drank the wounded soul of my poems like tea
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I've served my sentences, sprinting through the road of big mistakes
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(I) invested in my freedom
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I wrote a superstitious rhyme to superstitious beliefs
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I've observed that you don't believe your own lies
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I miss your honesty
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I brewed and drank the wounded soul of my poems like tea
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I've served my sentences, sprinting through the road of big mistakes
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(I) invested in my freedom
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I wrote a superstitious rhyme to superstitious beliefs
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(I wrote a superstitious rhyme to superstitious beliefs)
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(I wrote a superstitious rhyme to superstitious beliefs)
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+ A, yes, yes, I love this word: fail
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This is the destiny of man, it is always like this
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From failure to failure
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You can't go beyond a simple sketch
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Life is an endless repetition of a play that can never be staged.
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— Hahaha, forget about it! |
He couldn't even find it himself.
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+ I also sometimes have a few thoughts of my own
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But people always steal it from me
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Rap Genius Turkey |