| You'll be dragged after me, but not mind, give me green
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| Life is not a dream, it's not a loan, it always says to me, give it in advance
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| I pruned my pen, come in front of me, make a voltran eey
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| Trial 1−2 equip the lyric and team on the counter
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| Hang on and write ten bars, our bomb is ready for the top 10
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| Pump your butt doubles, pump the bass
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| I'll blow the dust, put the beat's sound to the end
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| This will be a lesson for you, know my hard left is rock
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| Even if it goes to waste, every breath or breath for hip-hop
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| I got the rap from the underground, I'll take it to the moon
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| If this is the case, every subject is destroying your castle
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| We stick the pen to the paper for the hardest
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| I lit the wick, if it comes, I'm the flame
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| You're like San Marino, you're destined to be defeated
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| My room campus to the new school audience
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| This is my gift to you, put it on your tape recorder
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| The absurd who listens to demanding action
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| Rap gives us roses, cactus on thread
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| You'll be dragged after me, but not mind, give me green
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| Life is not a dream, it's not a loan, it always says to me, give it in advance
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| Musicality is what matters to us.
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| But why smoke a cigarette?
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| Smoke a cigarette, the real movement of your breath
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| The job that forces you is my fishing line cake
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| A sketch, underhand silent
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| Radioactive rap peace to the deepest masses
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| Al kiss we are not equal to you if you want something colorful
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| Pull your face and look old man go and catch the clarity
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| Even though I'm a rapper, that's not all I know, this is my real identity
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| I'm vengeful, I'm inclined
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| What am I, that calmness that can always turn me on
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| I'm addicted to this stock and it never leaves me
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| It's always your weakness when you call me wack
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| A bad dream with an acid head
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| I would like you not to disappear, but I also need a premium
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| Next to me, tankurt and erdal brem
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| Our strength is many folds and you are thick, the rest is slim
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| You'll be dragged after me, but not mind, give me green
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| Life is not a dream, it's not a loan, it always says to me, give it in advance |