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Nie mogę się skupić i myślę

rzuciłem szkołę i zacząłem robić muzykę
Tak dużo by chcieli ode mnie

A w opozycji widzę Twoje imię
Fan numer jeden co wcale nie musiał znać moich linijek
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and storm the battlefield.

We live for Metal, 'cause Metal is strong.

We are always standing one by one.

In every stadium we're raising our stacks.

We are

the disease will spread yes its needed/ fans
is to weeded/ you don't know what you like you like
what you know your bein breast feeded/ by bitches in
videos I

you gon do to me
After the show Im wit my fans givin kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by muthapunks who wanna be thugs
You niggas lyin on yall

MC bit jak elektro
Spaja rytm z progresją syf rzeczywistość mix
Realizm co uchwicił by niejeden Maurycio
Bałut dziedzictwo lokalnych dynastii
Były wady

It was a wet and slishy-slushy winter day
When the strangers came to stay
A man in black from head to toe with a lady by his side
I knew she was

Be sure they'll find another reason
A cause to fan the flame
To justify their actions and
To camouflage their game
Dissent is labelled treason

Ayo by now it's evident, I got the glow
Already been said, these niggas not as dope
This Heroin's a hot shot
Death inside a brolic dose
Prada clothes

like we got a lot of Knucks
Fans today alright, I gotchu baby okay
We gotta take the last caller


Yeah man, yo brudda, can you play some
Knucks for me

the sea floor
Deliver it to your speaker like
A package of C4
I did it by myself, just imagine a me clone
A long day full of rapping and weed smoke
Can

hardcore for fans, my indie is major
I hustle harder than the brain muscles
Of Master P and Russell combined
Do what it takes
Even if I gotta bust you with

them niggas)
Damn, where the fuck the tunnel lead to?
(What? What?)
Live by the gun then you gon' die by the gun
(O oh) first I turned 16
Then I went

with both hands
Found a thousand blues for Tauran
What you know about bricks? Turn a
Little boy into a man
We turned all the haters into fans
Worried

the location from your homies
They just got you took (Got you took)
I do all this shit by my lonely
Ain't hard as it looks (Ain't hard)
1080, that's the slogan

gröna
Okej okej okej men lyssna Jag har para men mitt bankomatkort det gick sönder bror jag svär på allting fan
Ey men du vet Hassan bror
Du känner Hassan

Late nights 
I was servin packs get my change right
Gang fights
If I cannot take em got my shank right by me
Might be sittin shotty but no this ain’t

gold, wit my fist to the sky
I got hypnotized by visions of my own inadequacy
Emphatically got mad at myself, and others who were mad at me
Is rap

The fans always want new tapes (uh)
The gang always want new tapes (uh)
Grab the K, or SK
Head back never leg day
Cullinan R with the seats recline
Mop

the water whipped, just cool make it cool abit
Numerous skengs when they told me pick one, I picked out the big one
Yes this one, don't get shot by the big

SOUL purpose ft immortal Technique -
"The Other White Meat"

Immortal Technique: the profile of
A wanted man
Persecuted everywhere by the Blue Klux

going nowhere like you
Lost in a fog of my own insecurities
I hold myself up as an image of purity
And I judge everybody else
By the color of their skin

fans, bez vás by nebylo nic
Navždy tvoříte můj base
Nemůžu přestat jak s Lay's
A to je true, vytvoříte kruh
Ve kterým běhám jako Forrest, legendárna crew

and bring the cunch lines back (brrt)
Fifty pebs in straight tens gone by lunchtime trap (trap)
Every spot I go, there's always Londoners and Scousers (no