I don't care, go take sides
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'Cause hip-hop won't bring me a full money fund
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It breaks down, hit the eddy, play bass
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Rap wasn't born on the beach don't be sentimental
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There is a raid, now my style is scanning
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How can you call me for help, it's obligatory for me to bleed
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Thug life head wearing tankurt mana
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Rival al blood money buddha hit explosion
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Bitchez auw too insignificant in my eyes
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shine brightly behind you then fade
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You pay a ton for a single mistake
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If rap was a gamble, you'd come home with a frost
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Run, don't stop, don't say rap my bird
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Head cap or push
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Well what's up fame i netten ariyoz this condition
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But there is no hotkey for fame yet
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Pen does not write blind tan bass bass bury
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Who learns the lion, come back my hasba
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There is always stubbornness, bear with me and die
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Buddha is a dirty mic rust on my hand, nose
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I heard you're not dead ghetto look stop me first
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Self-sacrificing emphasis on your head in every lyrical bar
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I'm sure that's what he missed, I'm sure he got scared when I said hot
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You lay the foundation for Turkish rap, I built the skyscraper
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A 2verse flex specific attitude will remain with me
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Here, the art of simile or this essay is sketchy
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Tolga beati smell every baby
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Your eyes are not high, purple there, the ceiling is low
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I didn't turn it down, the sound is agony, rap, get gas from me and speed up
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The pulse cannot produce half-hearted attitudes, become constipated.
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I'm sure the price will be heavy, but infiltrating the wrong house
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Brothers from Atari stay with him, wife and daughter
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There is no bullet so you can hit the penny in the air
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The ability to take me ordinary to those who adore
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Your pot is wide for 3 but you try 2
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If you're going to rise from the ashes, I'll finish my cigarette
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Pen does not write blind tan bass bass bury
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Who learns the lion, come back my hasba
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There is always stubbornness, bear with me and die
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Buddha is a dirty mic rust on my hand, nose |