| Respect for the roots, salute eight hundred and twelve
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| Salute to new players, do it honestly
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| (Smoky, tell them!)
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| They want the truth, they want real emotion
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| It smells of fried, that's right, adept
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| Yes-yes-yes-yes, this is for them, but about me, the same cook
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| I collected a couple of sour ones on the poker face
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| Mario, mushrooms, the first "Dandy" surfaced in my memory
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| We are looking for happiness splashing in lies
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| Not just happy, but because you're alive
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| Concrete with dirt like a prostitute for two cases
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| Like a big dick with a mohawk, yeah
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| Your unique style I threw up in 2003
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| Fuck on gash, it's imprinted in you that you're still a poor son, poor
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| Baby don't fly away, stay with us in the world
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| There are crazy knives in the sky too
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| Mostly they p*t, they don't flex with theirs
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| I never hid my real name
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| I almost forgot my real name
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| Yes, the memory is not made of titanium, ten years in dense smoke
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| Either on the wave, or you mix without a filter
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| Bytovuha, slut, her perfume, the scent of the grave
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| We are hungry for the truth in the bustle, soapy heads
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| Flew into the week of haute couture in dusty slippers
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| Baby, we're out of the way if you think like a whore
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| You have demons, life has a heavyweight slap in the face
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| I'm not local here, I'm almost nowhere local
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| I'm local on this beat, smell the roast
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| Shalom, homie Mezza, you used to be different too
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| Hmm, I hope the message remains good
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| Hmm, take this piece before it gets cold.
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| Hmm, that guy in the kimono is a real prodigy
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| Come on tell me for the mainstream
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| Hey, dear, speed up, leave behind only dust and coffins
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| Steakhouse, I cook it better than most
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| I see you inspired by my half hints
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| I flew this way back in 2003
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| Wings in curry sauce, flavors carried by the wind
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| Labels want and multiply, they know about hormones
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| This mumble coca-cola, I'm coca without cola,
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| Smokey
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| Shout from you, and from such upstarts
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| I am Herman, I am Patrick and so on,
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| There are thousands of us, you hear
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| I'm in
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| (R-rrra!)
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| Devoted to this kitchen, it's hot in this house
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| In any of it entirely without a trace, I
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| Devoted to this kitchen, it's hot in this house
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| For all of mine, this piece without a trace, ha
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| Devoted to this kitchen, it's hot in this house
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| In any of it entirely without a trace, I
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| Devoted to this kitchen, it's hot in this house
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| For all of mine, this piece without a trace, ha |