We've been rhyming for a long time
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Everyone knows our name now
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It's going well for now
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Juicy as bacon fat
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Reach for flat vinyl
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A little gray smoke
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He drank beer from a bottle
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Let my mother see me
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It hurts again until late
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Another stanza I slapped
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Bit turned away loudly
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While there was beer, it was on the table
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Then back to the drugstore
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And we paid everything honorably
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The path leads to our house
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They quickly returned to the apartment
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And then back to the studio
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Let's record a song by the hour
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Spread the bits a little
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And the album is waiting to be released
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Mike stage and table
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My hair jumps from the bass
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Everything around is rippling
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I always spend time in the spa
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And only new ones are being recorded
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And we will never stand
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They swim over those bits
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And they play on the microphone
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And I can always choose
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To do what my spa is
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Hip hop is to blame for all this
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May he have mercy and glory
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We all sit at home together
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The room looks like soup
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Standard beer and vutra
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Two hours before the performance
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A little snack
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Girls as sweet as sugar
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They are always there with us
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So I don't eat onions
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Like a once famous band
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We line up performances everywhere
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Well, he doesn't move all the time
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Across the valley of the hill
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And we never bother
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To jerk off to Mike
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During the day I sleep like a dead man
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Well every night is long
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I often stay in town
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With a team of one hundred rolls
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The beer kegs are empty
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And the bit goes out of the car
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Tres prna vocura
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To the very shore of the sea
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Pizza rhyme five o'clock
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And such a thousand dawns
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Everyone chooses their own path
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I chose this one
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I don't play dick anymore
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Now let's take the money fine
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So I am financially calm
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I spend money like hell
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I'm not nervous anymore
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The times have come better
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Grace and glory
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We've been rhyming for a long time
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Everyone knows our name now
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Mike, wine and bass
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I always spend time in the spa
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Grace and glory
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We don't mind Mike jerking off
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Famous group
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We line up performances everywhere
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It's been a long time, almost a hundred years
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Stancam rhyme ko stamparija
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I charge the volume with monitors
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To mount flow by bits
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Demo on demo so let's move on
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Scartam shit, it stays good
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I'm not kidding, just let it last
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Because that's why I was made
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Cheers, one more
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I rush like cattle
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On the housewife and beer icy
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Stancam rhymes countless
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I get some sleep to clear up
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Well then again with the same recipe
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Black and white everything I can think of
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Challenged by nothing
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I rhyme at all times
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While driving a car or while walking
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I have to write it all down right now
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Because it will evaporate from the brain maybe
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I burst verse and then backs
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The recording remains for ages and ages
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I don't believe it's clear to anyone
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Who writes lyrics for me
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Uncensored on TV
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And the radio goes
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Well people recognize us on the street
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When they see us
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Songs are roaring on all sides
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Like dynamite
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'If we want to make a hundred bucks
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We'll see about that
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I travel more now than ever
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I have more pairs of sneakers
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Who cares if I am
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Underground or makeup
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They like to listen to the old man
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Young children love it
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Hip-hop is to blame for all this
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May he have mercy and glory
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Grace and glory
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We've been rhyming for a long time
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Everyone knows our name now
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Mike, wine and bass
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I always spend time in the spa |