We have the right to say, I see faith in the eyes of my people
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I believe in their rap and manner, I threw a coin into the sky myself
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Now I'm waiting for the moment to get what is hidden in dreadlocks
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And blow it all up by all means, Globus area
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Intercom call, voice, a couple of steps, threshold, news
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About how it swept us past, a charge in Thomson
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After the mind in weightlessness, brother, time is short
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So we write at speed, the city is deceptive
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Even too much, and you are unlikely to meet me
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Even if my name is on posters
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Fake not official, the boys are looking for profit
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Give me a knife and I will scale this silent fish
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Losing weight do not lose balance, laugh,
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But we came to arrange a diversion here
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And here I am not just saying how hard it is for everyone
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White is killed, but thank God the Third Alive
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Not just like that
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There is fire in the house of the sun
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On Windy Avenue he is, his name is Hip-Hop
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Dream in the house of the sun
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On the avenue of the winds she, her name is the game
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(My game!)
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There is a lot of smoke, I steal the watch from the sky and sleep
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We are far from where they exchange for insider calls
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Verses are written on the beat and later on the hands of the demo
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It is important for a brother to understand that we nurtured the faith
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Bring the sky, giving a memory - do not let us cool down
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Give strength - to bring to the end - without losing your ardor
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And I was understood by them, eyes and souls are not fake
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On the way with bare feet, a brotherly word in the message
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In a gray cloud of smoke - no threads were visible
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From past to present - I remember those miles
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All that time has given that nourishes ideas
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Here with us is what we believe in and the shadow of the past
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Feel it in silence without letting go of the whole essence
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The twentieth spring is close - and I'm at a crossroads
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Here are a couple of their victories, strong piles of the bridge
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And it's not just like that, you understand yourself
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Not just like that
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There is fire in the house of the sun
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On Windy Avenue he is, his name is Hip-Hop
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Dream in the house of the sun
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On the avenue of the winds she, her name is the game
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(My game!)
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My concrete, sleepy kingdom
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Concrete drunk, residential area
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Where without asking they are deprived of rights and strength
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Freedom single sounds with notes of pain
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Life is like a minefield, you understand? |
by horses
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Let's move into the labyrinth, forget who we are again
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No one can take away my truth here, keep my five
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Obsessed, it is not clear where it is striving
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Time flies at all times, somewhere like a bird
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Immediately, grab your luck friend by the tail
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Forget about everything that is talked about here
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Don't trust them, keys and doors find them, there is always a way out
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Don't sleep, I tell myself, but I'll sleep again
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Rise, let's go decide things, because we need to eat
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We won't get tired of this controlled skid
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Fortunately, there is a bit, there is a brother, and we will carry a couple
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What is dear to us, I tell myself do not sleep
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Not just like that
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There is fire in the house of the sun
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On Windy Avenue he is, his name is Hip-Hop
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Dream in the house of the sun
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On the avenue of the winds she, her name is the game
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(My game!) |