| My street house, as if Basquiat's painting Tep
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| It's killing you', it hurts me
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| Friend like lead Makaveli Tep
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| Don't stop, pose off your fucking stretcher
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| Don't talk about justice!
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| Bottles for you, night, nail polish
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| Lonely ghosts in my neighborhood
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| Pac on my mind again, Biggie
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| They die at 18, like love
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| How many people do we love over there?
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| It's a coincidence of rappers these days
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| We're back on the streets, captive to the furrier's shop like foxes
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| Burn and cook in the studio day and night
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| Ask, now if Hiphop is dead, tell us which of us was his murderer?
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| My eyes miss the old days
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| Putting out my fire' embers
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| My soul is enslaved by it', it's like it's outliving Reaction' all butterflies
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| I'm not tired of trying, believe me
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| When my nights coincide with my days
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| Tell me, my god, what kind of equation is this?
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| All butterflies outlive my friends
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| They don't get it (ya, ya)
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| happy ending to us
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| the sun is everywhere
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| no morning for us
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| peace black market
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| Of course if there is a lot of money
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| everything finds us
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| my home police stations
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| I believe I'm walking, it's been years
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| Our issue is of course some cash.
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| This would be my torch fire
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| It's the same fight every day, life comes and pierces deep wounds
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| This studio is a shit cage
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| Divine justice, we couldn't get a peaceful breath thanks to you
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| Still, he couldn't give up!
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| I give my angry notes at least a little sigh
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| Peep, blow like a storm!
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| I signed a million firsts
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| I invested my whole destiny in kicks
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| Still, I couldn't make up for the bastards
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| Keep calm, fuck it!
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| I've had enough of the assists I've had, the fanatic fascists with 12
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| Now list all records
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| Tep is back on the tracks!
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| They don't get it (ya, ya)
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| happy ending to us
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| the sun is everywhere
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| no morning for us
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| peace black market
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| Of course if there is a lot of money
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| everything finds us
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| my home police stations
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| Let them come and find me, these stray bullets, bullets
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| Sure, sure, I have a doubt; |
| I jumped out of my sleep, from my sleep
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| Nightmares find me, these big nightmares
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| Nightmares find me, these big nightmares
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| They don't get it (ya, ya)
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| happy ending to us
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| the sun is everywhere
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| no morning for us
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| peace black market
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| Of course if there is a lot of money
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| everything finds us
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| my home police stations |