No blue blood with a lineage of courtyards
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The only right way is uphill
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Without a crown, without thrones, I go with my people
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And each of us is a young king
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The crown I wear in my temple pierces my head with spikes
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I am a king, although I am far from dolce vita
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Our reality is not flaming dolce in the clips
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May the hypocrisy of these hypocrites rot in murder
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Another concert, another album, another night on the road
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I love this crap, although I am seriously fed up with it sometimes
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I want to live with dignity, and still rip off our money
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So fuck them like the bald Brazzers guy
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Fate, like a clown, snorts in our snout often
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Yesterday champagne, and today in the park you sleep on the benches
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Black thoughts squeeze my throats with all my strength
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Cause I want more than just get drunk and high, check us out
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The black sun is blazing on the banners
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Stay away from sowing acid, lies and pathology
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How we record our war report on CNN
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I want to be a man that I would follow myself
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No blue blood with a lineage of courtyards
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The only right way is uphill
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Without a crown, without thrones, I go with my people
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And each of us is a young king
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We do ours from birth, although Jupiter throws thunders
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The balance catches ronin more often than us, although hedonism dies in the parent rapper option
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In rap to this day, people like us rather per mille
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We're off-road fucking Camel Trophy
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Not like they are a careerist, they, like those daughters that Corinth begotten, can each other
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fuck
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I get up on my feet, somehow I don't have to step on my dick
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Only in Call of Duty you can walk among ghosts
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I share the lobbies with my homie without contracts fu fu and I thresh it like durum to get rid of it
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neuralgia ej
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A generation of young kings, where only the numbers don't lie, unless it's YouTube
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We are the roses of the cobblestones in the canis lupus coat of arms, so look into our eyes, son,
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not on the shoe logo
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No blue blood with a lineage of courtyards
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The only right way is uphill
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Without a crown, without thrones, I go with my people
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And each of us is a young king |