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with my brothers Slice nice with the mic Cut these beats just like butter Modern day samurai and with my Swerds I don't stutter Do it all for my
s'Läbe anderscht Mit 20i het mer s'Gfühl, s'werd irgendeinisch alles klarer Doch ich han immerno vo vielem ekän Plan Und dass ich älter wird, esch mer zwar
the dede stunde The swerd is at min herte grunde, That me byhytte Symeon.' 'Moder, reu upon thi bern: Thu wasse away tho blodi teren, lt don me werse
erreiched ehri Ziil mit nüüt ond du muesch deför schwitze Ond dech immer überwinde, immer immer wieder Ond s'werd immer no chli schwieriger mit jedem chliine
measure an artist If you at the scene f'the endin then youza tourist At y'ego's grave I lay a swerd bouquet, eulogium florist Skip a chorus, spit swhateva
written in fables My swerds smack, I could gank jax, these verbs bang n stack racks Equivocality be the weaponry that whips ya backs So confusing that yo
pull'er outta rubble Gimme grammy, gotta Nobel awod f'the swerds in a bubble Deez sweet comics pop like cork outta bottle, fabrics onna role model
Sech öper gottslausig abeloht Endlech rich si Hesch nie verstande dass s scho besch S'werd der nüt bringe osser en Armbanduhr Säb vellech S'Läbe goht
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