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Cartel den, Mãolee on the beat
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In perdition’s light, I find myself and pay the price
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I go up and down, enlighten someone
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I already said it, I’ll repeat for you
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The less you hear me, the more and better I’ll say
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I’m alive on the mic again, each line a shot
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I’ve got ten mags of sixteen
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Light a joint, between hi-hats and cymbals
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Run from here with your straight, boring talk
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I’m in the race, smoking dope
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It’s Rio rap coming, raising hell
Whoever complains will lose
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If the world didn’t get you, you didn’t make yourself understood
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Chasing Glory, grinding all day
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In practice, victory’s for whoever grabs it first
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I’m a shot that rips off masks
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My party’s me, like Hezbollah
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I’m on TTK, tell ’em to come get me
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Your respect ain’t enough now, only your fear will do
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I’m just another war neurotic
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Stepping on grass, stealing roses
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The best ideas are the dangerous ones
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Get comfy or get bothered
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Faith’s worth nothing to a lazy mind
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They want good, I want truth
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They live to leave goods, I to leave longing
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My sound comes out of savvy, to be good
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You gotta feel rage at mediocrity
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Dreaming’s addictive; quitting the dream and acting
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That’s where wisdom is
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They talk too much, but talk in vain
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Vivaz knows silence is always right
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Who listens doesn’t hear, who looks doesn’t see
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From the underworld I’ll subvert
Either you intimidate the world
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Or the world intimidates you
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If they’re enlightened, I’m luminous
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You can say my dream’s useless
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Crazy romantics always laugh last
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I’m just another war neurotic