| Phrases are louder than words
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| And Sago is the voice of the silent
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| The northern typhoon with its warm breath is a rough but harmless breeze
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| It has a lot of explanation, the pictures are torn, pale, hard section
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| That's how my word to your face is loud
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| And be careful, a boneless tongue is a cold snake in its bosom, it is fed,
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| The brother meat you eat is sooty
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| What they talk about is invincible
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| Anyway rock 'em I got plenty of swings, it's all on the hanging rope
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| Hip-hop is mine, dolphin, swimming fish at the bottom
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| My flying carpet falls to the ground, my dream is for those who do not fall
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| Think, a good stone is in your hand not to fall
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| Morning is my factory, my evenings are workers
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| In my broken window, hello is loud
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| Spirituality is the only thing missing, from the spiritual
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| The devil is always cut, what is this great shortcoming?
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| Get morning from my factory in the morning, it's sunny
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| Rainbow is my friend and every color is with me
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| What is with me is with you, your heart is in the safest hands
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| Towards 35 Sago is in full brew
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| 'cause I wrote my rhymes
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| it's yours
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| Wicked
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| fresh
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| like this
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| Candle light after the
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| It's where you goin'
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| This is my factory in the morning, two-zero-one-three digits
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| While donkeys bray, nihavendten maqam
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| Sago'ya notoriety, bitter joy, a little sadness
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| My desk full of written paper, it wouldn't happen if I wasn't the one
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| I don't talk big so I don't get smaller
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| So why lie to look big? |
| I don't understand!
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| I won't deny my promise if I say
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| I don't chick from scorpion, I don't lean on kindling
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| In the morning the calm environment in my factory
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| Ink on my hands, my bag full of records
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| "Work, son!" |
| says my master, I said, "Don't worry, I'm just right, I'm serious in my shift
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| right, right!”
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| It's good to laugh, but I don't laugh too much and blacken the heart
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| I wouldn't exaggerate my laughter if I were you
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| I don't fluff what I will transfer like a puff cake
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| I'm the color of rabbit blood, be sure I'm just right
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| 'cause I wrote my rhymes
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| it's yours
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| Wicked
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| fresh
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| like this
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| Candle light after the
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| It's where you goin'
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| Rap Genius Turkey |