He fought with the bouncer cembiyes
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On my walls the bitch fell asleep
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My image is like wine, its value increased with age
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I'm vagrant, I'm under the guillotine
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How many times a year someone got executed in my heart (Huh?)?
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My shabes were my poet, the joker was an obligatory adjective
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Ships sailed from my docks
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I entertained the passengers, my slow revans
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I was the sun, once I became the rain
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In my own seas, I forced myself to drown
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Speculative dreams have spasm
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Stagflation was precautionary
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Don't interrupt, it was for anyone who attempted, radical slang
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Tell me, when did it end, tango about love?
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There's a racon in every job
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Come on sponsor my ego!
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I'll go to Ecem with Ece
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I resent my Rabban for nothing, oh my!
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It was a wish, it was a hit
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Vodka, redbull, lunged
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Sagopa rarely got drunk
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Cemre fell, albeit late
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It was words, I was reclusive to my words and my quotes
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I used to be called «Rap» in worldly scenarios.
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I cursed the inappropriate, I hurt the honor
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I've been on your mind for six years, you couldn't take it yo' I know
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You're rapimtrak, you're not real!
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You could not be faithful to what you wrote, tell me how many wives do you have?
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I exempted you and your masses, my expenses are free
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My cries became anonymous
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I was just born
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My rope is twenty-seven knots
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The flood is gone, my august
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I wanted to bequeath my songs to my daughter
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I always shot myself in the end
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I loaded the magazine
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I was just born
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My rope is twenty-seven knots
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The flood is gone, my august
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I wanted to bequeath my songs to my daughter
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I always shot myself in the end
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I loaded the magazine
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On this road I've been running, I finished my half and turned back to the big man
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Don't think I'm too fussy, I'm a little sluggish
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I'm pale face, exhausted little one
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You also come after me, but work hard
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Not every rule is written on the wall
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You get punched, don't give up, get up and hold on!
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This brother is very fond of the ground
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It's no shame to fall, know how to get up
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And hurry and wipe those tears
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Sagopa was enlightened, I said look, my father, I endured
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I came this far twenty-seven steps
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Don't worry about myself, my boredom
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All along, I've been obsessed with death
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Don't let them hit me in the face
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I'm sullen in a plain house, I've been hanging out outside sympathetically
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I was just born
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My rope is twenty-seven knots
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The flood is gone, my august
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I wanted to bequeath my songs to my daughter
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I always shot myself in the end
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I loaded the magazine
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I was just born
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My rope is twenty-seven knots
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The flood is gone, my august
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I wanted to bequeath my songs to my daughter
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I always shot myself in the end
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I loaded the magazine |