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Intro (From the Sewers)
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I was born with the umbilical cord tangled around my throat
That's why I'm glad I can breathe, I get nothing as granted
I only weight sixty kilos, but no matter how much I eat, I won't be full
That's why they call me hungry, I live every night like going to die next day
They ask where my intelligence has gone, when I tell them to take deez nuts
When we had no money, the only thing that saved me was my ballsacks
My siblings became parents, daughters and sons wake them up at dawn
I ask whether it's worth the labor to hope for miracles between the ruins
My siblings became rappers and made all their siblings pround
I sleep quietly at nights, they would remember this if I was gone early
We ask favors from the dragon, so that next day won't be hard
With Saddam and Philippos, Son Goku, Vegeta and Piccolo
If I quit playing the sport
I'll sit at the bench to imitate Klopp
I lock the target like a robot
I'm not coming out of the studio unless I feel I'm the G.O.A.T.
If I quit playing the sport
I'll sit at the bench to imitate Klopp
I lock the target like a robot
I'm not coming out of the studio unless I feel I'm the G.O.A.T.
Every year is our year, the witches and the fortune tellers told that
That's why vagrants rap, 'cause the city howls at nights
This one's for all the street kids who listen to drills and drink smoke
From the sewers to the heavens
Chases on my screen, pigeons looking at my living room
Before the leave my balcony, to fly above my city
They come back, chirp the lyrics, never tell my secrets to third parties
Trapped between four walls, if I had wings I would fly with them
Above the neighborhoods, from the open-air shafts and the roofs
From the barbershops, the betting stores, the cinemas and the churches
It has policemen instead of shepherds, it has no fields, it has labor residences
The largest village in Greece, with one and a half million souls
We live at Nyphi, same present and uncertain future
We thank rap, it makes it seem so interesting
Black bags, hooded jackets, zombies beneath the umbrella
Our own kids know that very well, when it rains it's all fucked up here
Every year is our year, the witches and the fortune tellers told that
That's why vagrants rap, 'cause the city howls at nights
This one's for all the street kids who listen to drills and drink smoke
From the sewers to the heavens
I was born with the umbilical cord tangled around my throat
That's why I'm glad I can breathe, I get nothing as granted
I only weight sixty kilos, but no matter how much I eat, I won't be full
That's why they call me hungry, I live every night like going to die next day
T.G.K.
20-22
Greek
Original lyrics
Intro (Από τους Υπονόμους/Apo tous Yponomous)
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