| Dino:
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| Like thunder, we will strike or we will stand in the throat like a bone
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| Let it be in the trash, but with a fiery spirit!
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| Our guest on triada-rap in the touring section
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| Looking for his city, not ordered in this field
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| We have a table, but we will set the mood here
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| You like Tabasco sauce - now and then
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| We entered your house in a draft with a holiday
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| You didn't leave us behind glass
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| And this sixth volume, everything before it, and, behold
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| Let's skip the details - the main thing is that music without notes
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| Still rushing with meaning or without morality -
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| A gift from MERS, Galaxy and Don Ferrari!
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| Get in, boy! |
| This is not a bet - fell here
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| Or fall! |
| Feel the biorhythm
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| When the beat matches the heartbeat
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| The star will burn so brightly that you can bask!
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| You can't be late in this game, so -
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| We sharpen, like swords, the lyrics of the word! |
| brighter
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| You can't be late in this game, so -
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| As long as it makes sense to say at least something - brighter
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| MERS:
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| My star does not burn in the forehead, but warms in the heart!
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| In this game, I am worn out flint, and teeth are time
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| Such a muddle involved me, and did not break me like skittles!
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| Brand: rap in the head, plus sneakers and a cap!
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| Throwing rhymes to the masses, do you love them? |
| This is shit!
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| I am at one with the Triad - sharper than a point!
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| Hey yo! |
| Catch five in the heart - eat like pizza
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| These pages have no margins and no borders in principle!
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| The sight is aimed straight at the target, not buried in the sand
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| The star burns brighter - it blinds like the sun in the face!
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| Appreciate this chain reaction style
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| In a circle, friend, and you are obliged to get into this!
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| Aitz! |
| October respects August, epte!
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| My path is trodden! |
| His Majesty Experience
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| Either he will fall off his hooves, or he will throw him up -
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| Where there is loot, glory and success for us - for everyone
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| From KQP (???) to Three, from boiling water to ice!
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| My name is MERS, I continue the game!
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| 281 085 and again - I continue to love
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| Keep reading!
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| You can't be late in this game, so -
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| We sharpen, like swords, the lyrics of the word! |
| brighter
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| You can't be late in this game, so -
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| As long as it makes sense to say at least something - brighter
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| Negative:
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| Thoughts pour sparks into the clear sky
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| We are not with those who are cunning like foxes - they just need
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| Get loose - it's all beefs, disses
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| Sincerity is our mysticism, the principles of shots!
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| Kreaz-brother (???) — bold as jazz
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| (???) phrases - instead of rhinestones and pince-nez!
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| Neither princes of Persia, nor queens, nor pawns -
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| Panchim meat, instead of peaches, we treat leprosy
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| Pretentious stories and it will become easier!
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| Be patient - we are on the way, and there is always something!
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| Negative is not old, a wanderer to a dream
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| Believe in eternal measure - not the measure of the world!
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| We are not idols, rather, slaves of the lyre
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| And laurels will not replace losses!
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| Evening, the moon cherishes the summer lines
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| Walk of fame, sapphire stars
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| The sky is dotted, look -
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| Yours is on fire somewhere!
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| You can't be late in this game, so -
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| We sharpen, like swords, the lyrics of the word! |
| brighter
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| You can't be late in this game, so -
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| Burn, burn, my star!
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| As long as it makes sense to say at least something - brighter
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| Burn, burn, my star! |