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(Meek Mill instr.)

If I was not trying to fifteen
Search for security at entrances have Patsev
Do not be hid in the Budweiser packs at the box office,
Did not call me Blazer'a Botley used as a "blaster"
And the wet to the bottom is not used down twice
Yo dog, I could already see the smog is clearly
A tobacco as alk is far from a cure
But at school I indulged under the window too much smoke

Do not give me a drop of heaven nuisance
After waiting endlessly change precipitation
And yes let them be so untalented scribbler
But there is contact, and this vector has been set

Always on bottoms - I'm in a bathyscaphe
And where are all friends - find a used to find them
But soon all of a sudden I turn dvadtsadka
Aplomb cleaver on my fear of tomorrow

Here we are pleased to
Tear of the Chamber and from the clutches of Aesculapius
Text on the hands scribbling
With darkness and mold Botley Bastardo
Leave all ready to start at Caudle
Under thunder
You give me the passion and the right Rhyme
 drive them straight to the head of a notebook without advertising sheet

I did not know the glory, but I knew a bitch

And this band sometimes horrified,
Eyes dig obliging railway stations
But I'm not tired Beatles blow as Osama and no need even though I do not Kizaru

Here tourniquet on the paddle and not absinthe,
And my way out of the walls on the sheet is not without troubles
Not aesthetic essays not one of those who pizdel
But here all over the homemade brass knuckles

From captivity where snow step buy step and I'm in the steppe
Isleduya my trail on the ground to blind espert
I'm a beast, and Berserker but where's success
After all these sects dream

From captivity where snow step buy step and I'm in the steppe
isleduya my trail on the ground to blind espert
I'm a beast, and Berserker, I know success
And here I am now the doors everywhere

Jeans Korean already cut eye
Tell me where the power of the mind and heart
Terrible to look at the track black childhood
Again immobility dead a face

The ballast stories about how I could
No mortal remains to stay more than once
I have a hundred stories slogan here is ready
To bring you up to all of its decadence

But "Qe pasa?" - The mouth of the will of the masses, or masks

The compactness of the gate fornication for elders
Here everyday cathartic dance inclement weather
I melt, but again do not forget I'm wandering

not dry up rescuing faith in the fairy tale
no one will give you a chance to grab yourself
Know Son me a dozen locations
But left among you my status pirate