| Yunus on the record again
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| pessimistic tone and moderate tone
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| Then hello to everyone before I start my rap
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| My name is Sagopa Kajmer, pessimistic villain
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| Now let's see who is the eunuch, who is the madame
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| Let minors and majors continue to argue
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| You immerse yourself in the rhythm and surrender
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| It's always enough for him to tell me
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| 'Cause most of life's inside faces are betrayed
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| Watch these faces carefully
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| My eyes are dry but my pillow is still wet
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| My dirty clothes are hanging on my face
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| What a shame (ah)
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| The only place you can come by just being human is somersault
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| As Sago speaks, the hidden beans spill out of his mouth.
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| Keep your wrongs to yourself
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| Don't walk foolishly and
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| Get your hate with this gas
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| I've come this far with two record players and two drumsticks.
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| Yo, stick the Mic Check needles in their piles!
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| Zack my channel in Hey or if you don't like it
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| Afra tafra from the ignorant, which is not accepted in us
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| There is MF who regretfully condemns, you really are the most beautiful crew
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| dollar page with my eyes
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| Come on, how many can you run (run, run, run);
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| Let's run if you can run (run, run, run);
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| Let's tease if you know
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| Reach for me, hold, catch
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| Come on, how many can you run (run, run, run);
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| Let's run if you can run (run, run, run);
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| Let's tease if you know
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| Reach for me, hold, catch
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| There is exhaustion, there is also starting over
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| There is praise, there is also scalding.
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| There is also planting and plucking flowers.
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| There's also shitting the situation, and tidying it up.
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| Even if you think five fingers, my ingenuity is on ten fingers
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| Cholera cuts the rhyme in the kitchen again
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| beats rhymes
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| Arranges rare words side by side
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| Blood comes to life, Rap comes to life
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| The dark clouds above me dry up one by one when my rap starts, my bored soul calms down
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| The knife that cuts hurts, my band-aids get old
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| My bats roam during the day, my wounds hurt
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| It hurts me every dry slander thrown at me
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| It turns out that what was easily done and kept thrown away
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| I never forget; |
| Cengiz Kurtoğlu had an album called "Forgotten"
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| I became a bride and left without looking back
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| What's left of all the time I've lost?
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| I inherited my honor from my mother and father
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| Come on, how many can you run (run, run, run);
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| Let's run if you can run (run, run, run);
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| Let's tease if you know
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| Reach for me, hold, catch
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| Come on, how many can you run (run, run, run);
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| Let's run if you can run (run, run, run);
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| Let's tease if you know
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| Reach for me, hold, catch
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| I will kick your ass for fight my shit
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| Oh yeah! |