| The pressure of the past is upon us okay
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| Nine-tenths of what I know in this world is a lie
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| Time still exists for generations
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| «In the old Sansiner?», «The Marten is dead!» |
| like
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| Rhyme techniques are all I have left
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| relieving his boredom in the midst of hungry wolves
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| Psychiatric problems always lie with me
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| I think all the problems are around me or something
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| Maybe all the problems were in my brain ok
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| There used to be, and there still is
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| Actually, part of my problems is virtual.
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| There used to be, and there is still love for you
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| The lover throws a spoon on the way to the vein-
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| The memory of my larks will bleed forever
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| «In the old Sansiner?», «The Marten is dead!» |
| like
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| Old Sansi has arrived! |
| Chance broke (aha!)!
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| Never mind, it's hard for you to understand
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| It's time to teach
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| Years and months never wait
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| I have to go, I can't stay
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| Never mind, hard to grasp
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| Sooner or later it will show you
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| Last regret is useless
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| I can't deal with you
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| All parts of the game
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| The game ends, death comes
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| Stop, it's raging around you with the same games
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| Many dogs on the alert, life is always a burden
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| Remember your mistakes and sometimes hold and swear
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| Same mentality, always downright goodwill
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| Always the same greed, always the same freedom
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| It's all so easy, I'm not defeated okay?!
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| All the years I looked, it was left under
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| Here's the Battle-Rap, it looked up front, fuck it
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| «This is not a job, Rap!» |
| be thankful for my skin
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| My wounds covered with the same fears, my wounds wrapped in a bandage promotion channel
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| I'm stuck with the defined brain
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| When I sit in my house people also look at the top
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| My head is on Venus, I wonder who will win?
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| Still the same swing, folks will be amazed |