First couplet:
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Follow us to the sound, hey!
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You hear the rumble and knock, hey!
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Work is in full swing in Stolny, hey!
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Redeem our game, hey!
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Making a new product
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By the method of truth
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The method of hearing and hands.
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Base mega concern,
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What we value
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Make masterpieces from letters.
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Hear how my factory made so much noise
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We suffocate, your rap is empty, compared fucking borscht and sushi.
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Eat, bitch, catch my sound
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Pass around the circle that you fucked up.
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It's a ball among dead dolls
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It flies into ren ji cabrics,
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The factory makes music with paprika
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I'm straining my brain to make you think.
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It's like the forbidden apple.
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This is my style, task to carry,
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It blows up like a plastid
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Of all the masters of rhyme and punch,
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I did a step on the bone.
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I don't care Moscow or Kyiv, Porsche or Kia,
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What matters is the people who poured shit into your ears.
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Here every Dumas, in fact, others.
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My rap is not an elbow dance,
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No, my rap is truth and banner.
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Yo, you do dirt
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But remember all your dirt
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shit under the nails.
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Chorus:
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Stolny in touch,
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Mike got K city again, yo
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All, all, all, all, all
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Hands swing from the floor to the ceiling.
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Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone,
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To all our brothers
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And to all envious wolves,
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All, all, all, all, all
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Memorize the words and then explain them,
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Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone.
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Second couplet:
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I don't care about your rating, faggot,
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I don't care how much money there is
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It's better to stay as is.
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If you need a complete answer, then there is no reason.
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I came to fuck you stupidly,
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Music is a house, in that house,
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As if there were milli-millions of guilty people.
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Wildly brought the mini to the pile of elite,
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bitch, my house is a kennel.
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Ba-ba-glasses grow, bacardi in the mouth,
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Erudite bitches will be brought to the casting,
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Dad's gangster got nasty again
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But a rapper has to be poor and steal everything.
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Homey, where the bitches, labels and grandmas are.
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Homie, they're actually saving up for slippers, bro
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It's worth the hands up
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Stolny is an old genre, a new sound.
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Many lovers led the herd,
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But to finish off the giant, the midget is too small.
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They can't interrupt me, so tell me
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I will pile on until the peak of the beat.
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Wild, wild Mouzon. (x4)
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Chorus:
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Stolny in touch,
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Mike has the city of Kayu again,
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All, all, all, all, all
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Hands swing from the floor to the ceiling.
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Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone,
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To all our brothers
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And to all envious wolves,
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All, all, all, all, all
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Memorize the words and then explain them,
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Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone. |