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You ruthlessly grabbed by the throat, he lived on the run.
For a ghost chase, among the bustle in captivity.
In networks of tangled lies, shouting, clothed,
It would be necessary to endure the birth of the soul from the ashes.

Brutal feeling lonely inside.
Among porches I heard cries: & quot; Get your hands! & Quot;
Still afraid if at all you have not used.
And at the height of the way the grass - your guide.

And you know, you hear the music of my soul.
And the smoke from the ceiling pushing somewhere boxes rustling.
You hold the smoke - breathe deeply and listen
My verdict - your decision to be living alone.

Among the smoke know persons and acquaintances,
I saw you in the soul, not contradict, sit down, listen.
He sat down, stuck - stuck for an hour stuck in two.
All that is left to you - it is my music.

EDOS, ZippO and Shama burr.
Do not keep your feet, keep Ganj, and rap became
Common area for fun swim
To lay on the shirt - God-given right.

While we're here, bailiffs are cut on consoles,
Stranglehold on Shawky, work, leeches tomorrow.
Now our time, and we bet,
Amendments by smuggle marijuana.

Rubbing rubbish wasp swarm in the ears,
Think Donkey, go to the donkey path to the system.
So we live in a detective recitative
Without imaginary positive.

The staff, regulatory, prospects for locomotive
Alternative, his mother, these motifs.
My nature - a prisoner, hip-hop - slavery,
New Night, hello. Hello to all the local counties.

Winston Blue, playing in his ears Wu Tang,
I like the Hulk scientific firm, give rap a turnip.
Alien space - a dream already flying from afar cry,
Do not hesitate, said record to the doctor.

Fool, and you're not yourself, kochuyu working at night,
I asked myself what I want and why I wanted to dream?
Small uchtu years there, from that time stuck,
And I pay for it, someone's life damage.
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I'm here so sickening, to be exact shell
At this point. Head to push every year shoots branch,
But something of the lever, the scourge, and how?
What say? Nothing ...