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Netflex
NETFLEX
Orthodox rap with the roots from the past (Ey)
There's always a metronome in my heart (Ah)
Microphone check, ah (Ey), swinging sword lecture (Ey)
When you shake it (Ey) there’s ketchup everywhere (Ah)
Orthodox rap with ties towards past (Rap)
Always have a microphone in my hand (Oh)
Microphone check, ah (Ey), swinging sword lecture (Ey)
The more you shake it, (Ey) this plague had spread
So everyone is there already, shall we begin? (Huh?)
Shall we go and throw stone the devil with you? (Throw)
This is not a game, let's begin with you, shall we? (Huh)
Fully equipped, I came once again
My flow gets higher and higher, my big obsession
The flow in you is not a flow, it's a little leak
The more I write, sadly caused you more trouble.
The one whose concern was to overcome him was torn apart (Huh)
Cyclop that gives me tips is with me all the time
You wrote very deeply though your place was only night club
Think of me non-stop, one day you’d become a monster
Those who write fiercely, always disappear when I get them up for dance
Those who did it once, what I did thousand times, has gone mad
You are surrounded by the army of wannabes
Let him go if he is puzzled, it's worth it; let him completely be surprised
Already in a state of crying; Let him smerk hard (Uh)
Orthodox rap with the roots from the past (Ey)
There's always a metronome in my heart (Ah)
Microphone check, ah (Ey), swinging sword lecture (Ey)
When you shake it (Ey) there’s ketchup everywhere (Ah)
Orthodox rap with ties towards past (Rap)
Always have a microphone in my hand (Oh)
Microphone check, ah (Ey), swinging sword lecture (Ey)
The more you shake it, (Ey) this plague had spread
On a ridiculous island, desert all around me
Now go ahead and unbuckle before you piss around
Why on earth would I compete with you, kneel before me
If I count you in, my opponents are medium-level trash
"Medium-level trash" germs, you're hypnotised
Listen carefully, notice came at the end of the piece.
Anytime, anywhere, music is nothing but a reflex for me
Believe it or not; you ignorant, this is Netflex
Get your mini microphone; no mercy, get over what's ahead of you
Or a movement; Move so we can see your hand, "Say hello"
Or come to me once at least; I lit the fire, it went up in flames
Let this disgrace get his wound bleed; This is my man, Are you the boogeyman? Uh-huh
"Hurry up, aga", what kind of status is this?
You stay spared, take it, this is your diploma
And this time there's no retreat, I resigned
I watched him for the first time, no one has nothing on him
Orthodox rap with the roots from the past (Ey)
There's always a metronome in my heart (Ah)
Microphone check, ah (Ey), swinging sword lecture (Ey)
When you shake it (Ey) there’s ketchup everywhere (Ah)
Orthodox rap with ties towards past (Rap)
Always have a microphone in my hand (Oh)
Microphone check, ah (Ey), swinging sword lecture (Ey)
The more you shake it, (Ey) this plague had spread
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