Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not there yet
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I am not yet, I am not yet
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not there yet
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not there yet
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not there yet
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I am not yet, I am not yet
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Non-stop, non-stop, I'm flying up (Up)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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Your brain on the table, I'm looking for a nerve (Nerve)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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Non-stop, non-stop, I'm flying up (Up)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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Your brain on the table, I'm looking for a nerve (Nerve-nerve)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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To the bank of that river, in the city where there is nothing to do
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I'm going again in the evening, rhyming speeches
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Don't look so wildly that I'm so crippled by life
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'Cause your rhymes are double, my rhymes are endless
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And, pretending to be sheep, the wolves gathered a herd
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And they gnaw at each other for nothing, as if it were necessary
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My fatherland is burning, and great annoyance,
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But then, through the smoke and ashes, my seedlings sprouted
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I move through life so that the bro says: "Beautiful!"
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For all these words I answer without a bazaar
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My name is Infection, and I'm already fed up
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Taxi waiting for half an hour near the airport
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I'm riding with Kent in the back with a smile of a dinosaur
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I'm smoking right now while you put it off until tomorrow
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And how can it be without passion, because I smell a sweet smell
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When my native northwest meets me
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Non-stop, non-stop, I'm flying up (Up)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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Your brain on the table, I'm looking for a nerve (Nerve)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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Non-stop, non-stop, I'm flying up (Up)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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Your brain on the table, I'm looking for a nerve (Nerve-nerve)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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The verses went off like bacilli in Russia (Yeah)
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Do you want to hang out, son, you weren't asked
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You want to make a fit, but you can't master it
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Boy, you want to bypass us, but you don't know where the finish line is
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Hear, it depends on the effort that you take out of the hood (Listen)
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It's not a fact that your little brother will take you out
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I push up a cloud of smoke from cricket
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Set it on fire, because here people have forgotten about you and me, as you can see
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How a file flies right through the cranial
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Exhaust gases from factories, the suburbs were covered
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And again poured over the edge in Dima's apartment
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And something smokes in papier, XACV SQUAD is on the air
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Prepare your pupils, now we will expand them
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Let them hear the floors even on the outskirts
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To rock from the heart at home and in the car
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I crumbled my lines into large ocb
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not there yet
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not there yet
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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I am not yet (no!), I am not yet (No!)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not there yet
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not there yet
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not there yet
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I am not yet, I am not yet
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Non-stop, non-stop, I'm flying up (Up)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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Your brain on the table, I'm looking for a nerve (Nerve)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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Non-stop, non-stop, I'm flying up (Up)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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Your brain on the table, I'm looking for a nerve (Nerve-nerve)
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Hip-hop is dead, but I'm not (No)
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