SlimAk NJ FUNK FIRE CREW feat. Dj MX - Unity
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My team
The second verse became the first
Huge party (I wanna Clean)
Bboys Writers MCs DJs
Every year a layer of steel is laid down
Multi-story traffic
Still more expensive than masterpieces
Flawless twice
Wrapping up speeches
Even prophetic
About our eternal
I press start
We smoked with fogs
It's getting dim
That's why there's intonation
I'd rather get everyone out
To the entrance from the club
Improvisation in circles
Rhymes in any weather
At sixteen
Without a doubt
Smoke and my team lay down
And in my opinion it will always be like this

DJ Duncan

Understand you need to rotate,
If you don't want to spin
Create more
The slums will always say something
What to pray for -
Empty hospital
Healthy themes for the streets,
The desire to understand depth
Under the pressure of the same days
Bottom system
Images are occupied with knowledge,
Space inside
All your trials are fiction
Expressed into reality
Locked in my own cage
But Hip-Hap is one for all of us
And he's still going strong
While the market fades in the headlights of a wet foreign car
We intentionally
Markers stained
Our tags are the world
In any parade
Let's make it hot
Top Rock is bright here
Entrusted to us where it is stored
Beyond everyone
Few were
People are ruled by profit
They are only attracted to grandmas
Letters predominate here
The numbers match
Always in abundance
Comes in the morning clean
By wire
Cool smoke pipes
We read rap about it around the clock

Funk Fi Flow in the background
Philharmonic final
Lightning
Fat on mafon
Then it will probably be rap
Which we stirred up in the yard
You're in this hole
You will see gifts nearby
Conclusions: the benefits were kicked out
Are you ready now
Exchange moments for coins
From any side
The ladies smile at us
NJ On the waterfront
On the Knives of Star Avangard
My label
At the Crossroads near the laundry
Let's move slowly
Under the hiss of the old underground
It’s true that on the party path it’s kind of stupid
Don't drown quietly
Then if we understand
Why should we stop stirring things up?
Then let's go aside with fikha
Hip hop forever
Glare on graffiti
There is beauty in poetry,
Must see freaky
Funky Fresh wild
Screams, riot
MCs sit in the playpen themselves
Like bandits
The show-offs are killed!
Tarnished
To the applause intro
The credits were hidden!