When she was just a girl She expected the world But it flew away from her reach so She ran away in her sleep And dreamed of Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise Every time she closed her eyes.
My style's so underground, I write rhymes on fossils Use as directed and wear protective goggles Shaolin's the burough, rap Picasso Blow like a holo-point, foes sure to follow Pop a bottle forever, can't stop tommorow Chewin' all food for thought, hard to swallow Cold like Chicago winds, taps on my convo El Diablo cross the Verazanno
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"It was our duty.. mine, Minerva's and Juno's - to sort and sample all that was collected" - Jupiter
Nu-l inchide insa propun ca cine mai gugaleste sa ia warn.
Revolutia nu va fi televizata e postata pe blog Apostoli cu cap de porc Predica pentru scari de bloc E apocalipsa, criza cu iz de manea Televiziunile te spala pe cap ca Geta Voinea Iti dreneaza limfa, antreneaza-ti mintea Is haiduc, hybrid de Larry flynt, Grigore Pintea si Lakshmi Mittal Incarca-ti flinta