I'm in business with Decl's "Party"
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At that time I decided to become a rapper
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I wrote diss for everyone, I made beats myself
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Beef from fake shit, wild times
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Rear never sold. |
Now this scene is all
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Like mixed with Reeperbahn. |
Want cash from the label
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Then they whine, as if everyone was handed over into slavery to do feces
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Turned my nose up off the white
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And you further assert that there was no fonk before
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Came a long way. |
Eat dick, I don't give a shit about everyone.
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You listened to everyone like a music lover.
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I did as I saw fit and did so
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The storm swept through everyone, from south to north.
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You need to put everyone in the fool.
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There is a cult composition on the track, we will give you bitches a dick to suck.
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Always ready to fuck you, our rap is like a morning boner
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Rappers sniff, stick out.
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They have so much chemistry, as if they are treating cancer.
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Go to sleep, tonight is the night of long knives
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Yes, I am also a romantic at heart.
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But I beg you to read this rubbish already
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I go down to the basement, there lies Morgenstern
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Alisher. |
was los?
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SD rose higher, this fellow grew up
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The crown does not press and does not put pressure on my brain
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SD - KING, I spin the industry call me boss
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I'm a legend in my lifetime! |
Fact!
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Enemies no happy endings! |
Fact!
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He dances great in vidos and there are even fans
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But in his ass butt-plug
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Today there are so many
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They have their own parties, and we are not welcome there
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I am also an old man
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My dick in your mom's mouth
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Only old people go to battle
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Only old people go to battle
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So many years in the game - still in the ranks
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Against everything! |
Against everything!
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Only old people go to battle
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Only old people go to battle
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So many years in the game - still in the ranks
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Against everything! |
Against everything!
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I'm not one of those who grumbles they say before rap was much cooler
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But every asshole in Gucci that teaches us to read right now
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It will fade away and get bored, we are a handful here, you are a bunch
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And fuck how you are hyped, we will blow you up for once
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Only old people go to battle! |
Give me snare and kick
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And your clique will disappear without a trace somewhere at the bottom of the river
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I regenerated the skill while you skipped the materiel
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I go, platinum discs behind me, dragging a pile
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Russian rap has already changed 5 new schools with me
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But he still continues to walk under the table
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Hearing a hundred chuckles in the wake, this is my crew dying
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You shine, but in place, like a lighthouse by the sea
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I'm a classic, not old school, my own here is stable on the board
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I put on age, I'm a monster, call me Lewandowski
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I give out every season, so the youngsters smoke
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I'm picking up the cashier again, even though I haven't been on tour for a day
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Michael Jackson wanted to be white
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Kanye West wants to be president
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Red bitch yells "Black Lives Matter"
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To a hundred cameras to applause
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Elon Musk put cancer Roskosmos
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Johnny Depp has rum and coke for breakfast
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George, bitch, Floyd - here's a black Jesus for you
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220th - the world rushes in pussy
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What a peaceful protest, damn it? |
Fuck the law
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Hang all Belarusian OMON
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And in Rashka everything will be as it should, swallow and shut up
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Khabib is the champion! |
Cleaver Rest In Peace!
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Putin wants to be eternal, Erdogan Caliphate
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But God forbid both are not lucky
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And I'm already old, and I've had enough
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Salam! |
I leave you Bamberg in a dress
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Only old people go to battle
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Only old people go to battle
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So many years in the game - still in the ranks
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Against everything! |
Against everything!
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Only old people go to battle
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Only old people go to battle
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So many years in the game - still in the ranks
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Against everything! |
Against everything!
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