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E non ti illudere se parlano di libertà
Di individualità perché la verità è che la realtà
Passa attraverso un cavo ethernet
E un domani chissà salvo

and me
Winter blues playing until I start fucking with keys
I roll up my sleeves and lay up with the angels that watch over me
Leaving my print in the snow

hip-hop shit

Yo, murder music, just for this type of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off the hammers

music, just for this type of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off the hammers
I'm really like that, I

Yo, murder music, just for this type of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off the hammers
I'm really

of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they
Wipe they prints off they hammers
I'm really like that
I ain't just write this shit for

the new server
Thixo lezi zitha zingithathela phansi
Kwa Ludonga, asoze bangiyekele phansi
Ngihamba ne nkosi, ngihamba nabonke abaphansi
Mina ngiyaguqa,

The Symphony

Big Daddy Kane

In Control, Vol. 1

1988

Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter
Another rapper, g rap wrecks, he's rated x, to mean the boy is sex, next
The amplifier gets used and abused, pumps so

Everyone wants to look over your shoulder
Everywhere a cookie is sneaking on you
Everything you do is logged onto a server
It doesn't even matter if

back, don't waste time
I love you like you one of my sons (ah)
Make sure you wearin' gloves when you load them drums
Make sure you wipe the prints

Mandela, Ali 
Email server, Iraq sequel, Beiber-Fever, Wi-fi 

We didn't start the fire 
It was always burning since the world's been turning 
We didn't

shit
Knew I was hustler before
Hov dropped the Blueprint
Now a days designer labels
All over my shoe print
I remember wanting it
Now I got it and it

""server ta cheio, quer ver?""

OPA ESSA NÃO! postaram outro textão
um print de uma conversa do discorcelular
ai que coisa chata, nao quero nem ver
alguem

go when one comes
Another one goes
Dodgy finger prints from a pedo Prince
I watched an interview and drew my own conclusions
They can't let Jeff free

and pissed!
I'm swinging on niggas who swinging they dicks
Yea, they mad that I'm swinging my hips
I'm a magician, I make it do tricks
Bitch I'm a server, come

on the mattress
Applying for jobs writing these songs
Tryna see what the map says
I miss them days when we would print out Map quests
Eight hour drives to see

to mobbing 
He floggin he wanna copy me so get to jotting 
Speak nigga he just nodding i ain’t forgotten
Niggas think they got the blue print begin to plotting

fall off
But who gets to decide between the bad and the good guys?

I got Damier prints on my collar
Shot at the copper, now I'm eating in Roka