Текст песни K.R.A - HMR - snippet part I

PART 1
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All lost , my flow as AIDS ,
You are dying slowly but surely .
Look, shaking the walls ,
These tracks you poison into the veins .
Perhaps in this, you know me ,
Yes, yes, yes, it is K, this P is A,
This K.R.A aka War .
Say what you will , but it is a fact
That none of you here misses the beat.
As I fly back and forth , like this,
Breath froze as if from a blow to the groin .
On -the-go let go , glide to the nines
KRA as a boxer at these cons .
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PART 2
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Unions are not for me, and because one
It is not com back , man , I never left
Wrote for the release of the release, and
Contemplated by this circus behind the scenes.
Friends do not I do not need a petition ,
I built a fortress of stone thrown at me .
If from heaven descended Prometheus
Time to evacuate women and children.
You this time , in one eye sins to atone ,
The whole scene shuddered release number three.
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PART 3
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I'm not playing your games ,
Come hither - me a Kalash , make some noise , man.
Let not finish Oxford , but ,
Easily morning Myron nose - smeared Comrade .
Why I do not like rap ? -Lёte Feces,
And then again, High Five and respect , yeah.
Yeah, for real, manly ,
No feats , stop to fuck brains.
Where you do not look, everywhere addicts , alcoholics ,
You have no future , and stand for a pittance .
I spit bombs as stealth
FMZH , Germany , uniforms LonsDale.
K.R.A.
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PART 4
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While not super old, all the old ,
Everything in its place , everything in common .
Spit on fame, on earnings,
On the stage , and sympathy salabon ,
It's a shooting gallery , and you live a target
I grew up in front of you , like barley .
This antidote medicines
MCs losers knotted tie .
I'll kill you fans for fun ,
And zabanchu you back to the snuffbox .
You import the flesh and the blood ,
The whole scene for me bickering rodents.
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PART 5
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I changed , maybe became stale ,
The higher you go, the more loneliness.
But only when I write , free as boiling,
The fact that the soul , about what boiling .
Mom, we are all crazy , understand ,
Rappers , beefs , diss - ritual fights.
Today the faithful Kent, and tomorrow the enemy ,
And it was to be enemies , and in fact were once brothers .
Commandments committed , icons sold
We are cursed by someone probably
And pray to God : Chamber , tile green, white robes ,
And there seems to be time to be away,
But you lose the balance , and the feet in the blood ,
Frag heart , sometimes the fault of love,
Rare bastard .
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PART 6
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Again and again on repite favorite song .

Casual pressure, constantly under stress ,
Trauma of childhood left a scar on the heart.
Vecherko bitter morning alkazertser ,
Only from himself we can not escape.
Scored on everything that had delighted the soul,
And to his surroundings more and more indifferent .
You're no use to anyone , and it's not as before,
Drugs more often , but my friends call less and less .
Sometimes it seems that you're all alone ,
That you fought a world war .
And conceal all your dreams , like white smoke ,
All this is a mirage , your problem is you .
I would like to get away without looking back down with on and off,
Sunny day , and you have over head rain .
In writing good and evil, angels and demons ,
How not cool , but mostly your problem you .
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