Slaves of nature, rasta patriots
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Mycelium thieves are cooler than your motherfucking killers
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We kill our heads, but forgot the pieces of the track
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Murashi will squeeze their palms reluctance to live in a spoon
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But having a dirty deed thinking the body fucked
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The fawn guy didn’t burn out, but everything settled in my soul
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Silence flew, but the light did not extinguish
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The ringing of floors from smoke in plastic brings down dozina-a-a
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And thoughts are beyond concrete, fake pens, stupid unnecessary pens slow in the arch of the barons
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I vyebonov eblanov good will show us places
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I leafed through the sheets belatedly, I won’t become corrupt in the bodies, the soul is free, you cunt
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Settled harder than poison, she uttered screams with her lips, meat fun, poison
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Under a pair of breaths in the fumes, we will not die under soot
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Among the concrete boxes people don't become a nightmare
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The cue ball has calmed down, but I won’t calm down, I’ll light up the plants and puff
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Drawings behind the clouds, the stars did not become dimmer
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In some places we were all tired, we took yuzal took, fed something with yards
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Slaves we all knew, they only rule the bodies
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But inside we ourselves are swimming, lifting miracles
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The choice with your hands to live is not simple words
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Be that one of the few appreciate what is given gifts
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Graduation gear do it yourself
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According to the instructions from the book, or in pieces
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A new gate is opened for you by a ram
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Strange, the best friend of your hand is now the button accordion
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The pioneers laughed, pounded the drum
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The eardrums will be given a fierce ban
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Pam-param-param-pam-pam
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Pam-param-param-pam-pam
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Buried pioneer laughed drum
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Immured, broken, mangled
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And even a fierce drug addict will find a flaw in you
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Open your eyes, you've been masturbated man
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Your body is a slave, cut wounds, I'm not in the trash, I'm a boor
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Checkmate from the darkness, things are worn out, but you are next in line
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You will be put on your hand by your own fucking boilers
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Slaves are either right or dig ditches
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Not many could, but many somehow helped
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Manipulate the shit of a beaten head
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Go scream right and left they say with me to you
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See how your show-offs would not give you cunts
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They opened their mouths, closing in the depths of the bones
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What doesn't kill us kills horses
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Do you know why we hate people?
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Because humans are worse than humans
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Not everything is so bad, but if it's bad, give a fuck
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Feet won't help you get out of reality
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Snotty looking for a way to the threshold of the heart
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Addiction hung in the mind and confusing
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From any side, the system threatens with a term
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Fines and courts are already the ceiling
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In the district, the boys blow, work pussy
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The salary is enough for a dose and then I'll blow it out
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Five years under the tail of the dog from under supervision they carry me
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Cheap rap here, like here, appreciate our work
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Slaves and plants grow, the question is inflated, you and I are grazing
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There was a turn we are in one eye
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We have no eyes at all aaa that's class
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Don't change your love for a wide napas
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I'm dangerous for you, everything is like the first time
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It's a chance to make a move, a fire is burning
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Dollar, please don't go up
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The world of slaves is mixed up, no one is sorry
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We breathe as we breathed on the planet, everyone is equal, there is nowhere to run from here ... |