| Hey, yo, what's up?
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| Fifty lions around me
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| Now all the enemies go and burn themselves
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| Let them take care of these jobs and enjoy themselves.
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| Let them go and weigh their mistakes
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| Hardcore Istanbul Rap
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| We put the cap on the reverse
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| Sometimes he ruined the image plus he couldn't fix his type
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| He couldn't satisfy, he couldn't improve his pocket
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| What he calls himself plus a rival is always himself
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| The man's perception is also closed, it is written with concern for the future.
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| Look swag fuckin' flow. |
| Sometimes it's like you know?
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| Your security determines the woman's increased self-confidence. |
| Stop!
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| Don't let your work be interrupted, so say the age is thirty anyway.
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| Those who prevent this will be billed later.
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| Sansi Salvo rhyme. |
| For luck. |
| Anytime
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| For money it always comes back it always
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| These days they ask something. |
| take advantage of everything
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| Hey, yo, what's up? |
| Butcher at sansi beat
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| Don't be too surprised, you'll pay sooner or later.
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| If there is no intent to murder, Rap leaves crippled
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| Wine for twenty liras at the monopoly upstairs
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| How long will it take me to write a bi' 16?
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| Rhymes okay, okay in flow bur
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| My lyrics are crap, your technique is mediocre
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| (Hey, yo Sansar what's up old man?)
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| explanations etc.
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| This greeting from Sansi
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| I'm the judge right in your ass and
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| A little bit of PR's like homosexuality or something.
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| If your money is not enough, this job is forbidden to you.
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| If time is not enough, come to the concert, okay?
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| I smoked an empty cigarette a little from the lungs
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| If you want to touch, take this close contact
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| When you become a slave, your slave never ends' stash
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| No one will spend 16 lines on you but me |