Mixed environment cosmopolitan, verbs cosmopolitan
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We were chosen ambassadors we were all transported here
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What are we with a hand?
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We are in the custody of obedience in patchy young lives based on orders. Who are we?
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Someone rings our bell and we call our name «what a hand are we»
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How many lives did those rows of queues I wait for for ordinary jobs take?
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Retired exhausted and crawled a lot and the ambulance could not reach
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And we have been left critically, even if the traffic is slack, the deaths are charismatic. Look
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sir, watch out for my name, i'm not kidding
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God added satire to rap science and Sagon's tongue never bounced
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I have not matured, I am a flower that does not bloom
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How many fools I watched in the palaces of my country, it was funny lyrics
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Adhering to the paper, their artificial rallies were addressed to the public.
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A gramless truth in exotic promises
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O my tongue help me this song is long on my back
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Ice on my body and it's slipping
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It's the last slope and it hurts, you quickly salt my body
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It burns all my pierced holes
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Its shadow is carved on the mountains, the oppressed listened to the verse of the wind
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O my tongue help me this song is long on my back
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Ice on my body and it's slipping
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It's the last slope and it hurts, you quickly salt my body
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It burns all my pierced holes
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Its shadow is carved on the mountains, the oppressed listened to the verse of the wind
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The untouchable monuments of those whose deputy has not surpassed himself
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Tons of vocal cord dysfunction, groaning tunes in bed
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Can he walk after unexecuted works?
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Forward my heaven, don't worry, I'm attached to you
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Until this age, I did not enter that ballot box with a vote.
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Thought that makes man human, a free democratic stage
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This is the country, I'm a citizen, I can think of course
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Morphine doesn't work on my tongue, my pen is sneaky, my guilty hands
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I cum while I'm rapping, I'll go uphill when I'm kicking you
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My tongue is hard, my rap is so brave!
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O my tongue help me this song is long on my back
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Ice on my body and it's slipping
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It's the last slope and it hurts, you quickly salt my body
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It burns all my pierced holes
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Its shadow is carved on the mountains, the oppressed listened to the verse of the wind
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O my tongue help me this song is long on my back
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Ice on my body and it's slipping
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It's the last slope and it hurts, you quickly salt my body
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It burns all my pierced holes
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Its shadow is carved on the mountains, the oppressed listened to the verse of the wind |