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Turn Away

de Kurt Ackermann

Suck my dick
I drink a lean
Im motherfucker, bitch
Let's go to your house me and my brother

I don't stop anymore
I shoot and even if
They look at me strange
A sick of hip hop
Before the planet I declare myself
I don't compare what I do with
The lazy guy who talks funny
If even though he squeezes
Out every rhyme
I don't see the bottom or anything clear

Don't compare
Me to third-rate rappers
They flee at the first
Opportunity and I would
Like to be here
Who never feel anything
When want to write
And they don't write
What they live
Because they don't usually feel it

They're going to run away
When they hear a MC
What if he makes songs
For pleasure and is not a MTV star?
When they feel that their farce has finally come to an end
That there is already
A king who lost
Without even entering the ring

I'm in jeans and an xxl t-shirt
I have not changed
I am the same, you do what you can

I'm not one of those
Rappers who thirst for fame
They catch on to the internet
To pose like vedettes
Which is it?
Ha, well those same ones
Those lacking talent
And virtuous of egocentrism
Who is it?
Those slaves of capitalism
Who sell themselves
For coins and talk about rap with

Suck my dick
I drink a lean
Im motherfucker, bitch
Let's go to your house me and my brother

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