Lin
I see a light somewhere under the wires
I hear a crunch under my feet, my world is monogran,
My street is sculpture and origami
The plots are monotonous behind the arches and courtyards,
We spoil the sheets by scoring on the numbers,
Notebooks heard thoughts crying,
And there are faces behind your back,
All the same characters that will bring you high
Come on, tell me this rap doesn't make sense.
Are you a vile futsen or a vile bix
It will not turn sour, something that will hang deeply
Somewhere under your heart, somewhere in your thoughts

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Malik
I say it as it is, this is my reality
You'll be devoured here as soon as you lose your guard
You know the area, what's the activity here
There are many faces in any face, wildness in the eyes
Insufficiency, indifference
It seems like movement, but still immobility
At the very bottom lies the surface
For some, the street is like a fortress
On the other hand, this is the neighborhood
The queen of joy that illuminates the darkness of the region
And no one will tell the duration
I heard it just for the opportunity
But here's the relevance, the venality
It's just that everyone has their own cost.