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Chernobyl Check it out, I said yo 'Posed to been born in '86, my folks were urgently advised that they be patient, news said the radiation would've made me sick Here I am, sicker than ever Better M nobody better I'm a legend trapped in the wrong era There are plenty who've gone farther with lesser Prob'ly what makes 'em think they can try the YODfathеr like Bonasera Take a whiff from thе rose of my suit [?] What do ya know? Sweet sounds of the balalaika Make them respect you, they ain't gotta like you Don't these losers psyche you out of your cycle People don't usually give it up until you lyin' in a box or on Riker's [?], that's [?], remember I told you They don't wanna see your lil' street corner hobby turn global They don't want you to escape poverty, KGB and Chernobyl Up in your high rise, orderin' Noble Met a man who had it all, said, "I need more than that" Settle for no lesser, getting love out in Odessa, foreign cat Got whips like the Senate, fuck Orrin Hatch Fuck a so-called producer and his boring batch With some heat in that pack, woulda been made it, been straight More well off than Bob Geldof (who?) Used to rack my brain like I was the one performin' poorly Letras de cancionesThem herbs just weren't meant to score my story Fuck you talkin' 'bout, son? [?] Just that quick, the wall was a pile of bricks Devil's greatest trick gets lost in the mix Hash balled up like toddler fists Tar ooze out the clip, cigars, I'm rich Sell the gulag archipelago on the skiff Peer into bottomless pit, I don't do kitsch Yeltsin vomit in the sink, dab blood from his lips In the spot Puffy would drink Throw new money at new money 'til Shyne do his thing VI with the worst guy waitin' in the wings I'm on CCCP time, they had to stop and think Private equity'll run a train on your central bank Viagra crunchin' like Skittles I went from dead stock to the top of discogs like Stinger missiles Now you want 'em back but it's only one issue (I gave 'em to some guy) The collective works of Karl Marx, feed the ducks in Gorky Park Bird watch, don't confuse robin and a lark The air crisp, the sun sharp Tell my old bird hop in the car In the winter the Moskvitch takes a few tries to start You think you had your ending right there From Letras Mania