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The Separate Operational Purpose Division or ODON, formerly called OMSDON (a.k.a. Dzerzhinsky Division), is a rapid deployment internal security division of the Internal Troops of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the USSR and then the Russian Federation, currently part of the National Guard Forces Command of the Russian Federation. ODON (Russian: ОДОН) is an initialism for Отдельная дивизия оперативного назначения (Otdel'naya diviziya operativnogo naznacheniya, English: Separate Operational Purpose Division). more »

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They told me I might need protection to come on like this
Say that off-camera I eat salmon, not cheese
Don’t do divorces but I’ve made a girl split
The law is foreign then a prison won’t fit
Look, foreign teachings ain’t the right thing for these kids
They keep being told to listen, and not be the flame
That’s why I made it a mission to treat new teachers like this
Ay hoe, show some compassion to my fucking grades, please
And don’t think I’m down with the crowd
Don’t send me preachers about all of that secular shit
I might not listen at all
I don’t look up to the clouds
Heaven is bluff for my soul
Unless the highness is virtual
Then I’m moon rocking to hell
Alright look
I’m seen as arrogant at this particular time
Cause our lives are made up of backgrounds
Full of gimmicks and crime
That’s why you believe in the different Gods
While they sleep on mankind?
Sip blood donate wine
Feel a nigga?
Spirits ain’t part of my day
Deal with it like I’m a saint
Didn’t grow up in between
Chapters and verses in vain
Spiritual flaws get no blame
Pass me the book when I’m sane
So when I’m gone like Houdini
They’ll call it a miracle, magic, or fame
Spirits ain’t part of my day
Deal with it like I’m a saint
Didn’t grow up in between
Chapters and verses in vain
Spiritual flaws get no blame
Pass me the book when I’m sane
So when I’m gone like Houdini
They’ll call it a miracle, magic, or fame
We need spiritual advisors, not religious appetizers
Not to go and join the ISIS, just enough to feel the Khaizer
In a world of sacrifices, I see money crucifies us
And the only hope in sight is the fruit of advertisers
I know that the vice of esoteric prose
Is the formula to let people what they otherwise just won't
And tell God that He shouldn’t pay cash for my soul
Until it‘s a black-faced president on that note
But ignore it all, I just had to let it out
Make it sound good for the crowd
I’m a tragedy devout
Don’t confuse me with the clout
Chasing dreams not silly hopes
That might sound like Philly folks
But you know I will it all
Let you know
Spirits ain’t part of my day
Deal with it like I’m a saint
Didn’t grow up in between
Chapters and verses in vain
Spiritual flaws get no blame
Pass me the book when I’m sane
So when I’m gone like Houdini
They’ll call it a miracle, magic, or fame
Spirits ain’t part of my day
Deal with it like I’m a saint
Didn’t grow up in between
Chapters and verses in vain
Spiritual flaws get no blame
Pass me the book when I’m sane
So when I’m gone like Houdini
They’ll call it a miracle, magic, or fame
Listen
What guides you on this path
Actually takes you away from the way you’re feeling blessed
Guides you on distress
Guides you off the bliss
I can’t surf a wave when niggas getting stuck on cliffs
Actually, there does not seem to be any particular guidance
In fact, I see someone only guides you
When they fear your avoidance
That should be why you’re relying on external forces
To deal with your corpses
While they call it corporate
Get filled up with courses
Or drown overdoses

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