1. Manuel - Voodoo Baba (ft. Moriones) 
2. Ákos - Ilyenek voltunk 0:00 [2003]
3. A Pál utcai fiúk (musical) - Mi vagyunk a Grund
Beat Dis - Rusty Blade
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Are we gonna make it?
Some other time?
Are we gonna taste it?
You said that's not a crime...
Are we gonna make it?
Some other time?
Are we gonna taste it?
That's not a crime...
The reek squeezing my nose
Comatose you nature of the overdose
Comatose you people on this morning
Before the daily character training
Give that peace to the restless
Give them a part of which is not you
Give that peace to the restless
Give them a part of which is not you
The proof forces conviction to mind
It is the mood of the daily grind
I'm short in cash a dash of the crash
I cover my face and I hash
Proof positive - overdose
Pure positive - morning
It all happened in flash
Happening...I ain't asking
I'm feel like a humiliated spade
A renegade behind a crumbling barricade
I'm a non useable rusty blade
I'm crusty and dusty
A rusty blade
You for more, than my own, to live in, to die in...
Ain't asking you for more, than my own, to live in, to die in, to live in, to die in...
Some other time?
Are we gonna taste it?
You said that's not a crime...
Are we gonna make it?
Some other time?
Are we gonna taste it?
That's not a crime...
The reek squeezing my nose
Comatose you nature of the overdose
Comatose you people on this morning
Before the daily character training
Give that peace to the restless
Give them a part of which is not you
Give that peace to the restless
Give them a part of which is not you
The proof forces conviction to mind
It is the mood of the daily grind
I'm short in cash a dash of the crash
I cover my face and I hash
Proof positive - overdose
Pure positive - morning
It all happened in flash
Happening...I ain't asking
I'm feel like a humiliated spade
A renegade behind a crumbling barricade
I'm a non useable rusty blade
I'm crusty and dusty
A rusty blade
You for more, than my own, to live in, to die in...
Ain't asking you for more, than my own, to live in, to die in, to live in, to die in...
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