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[male vocals,2pac, West coast Hip hop, , cry beats, Gangsta rap, 2pac conscious hip hop, Scarface ,90s, drums (drumset), keyboard, synth, dj, orchestra, funk, 2pac, synthesizer] [Spoken Intro: 2Pac] Death Row! Outlaw immortalz! These muthafuckas 'bout to feel this heat (gunshots) Makaveli back from the dead, niga! (Nate Dogg: Yeahhh... Death Row... We still here...) [Hook: Nate Dogg] Oooooohhh, the streets don't lie, nahhh (Death Row, muthafucka!) Truth survive when the real nigas die They try to hide, but we still know Blood money leave a trail wherever it go (Death Row!) [Verse 1: 2Pac] '96, Vegas strip, BMW rollin' thick Bullets sprayin' quick, seven shots couldn't finish this shit Fuck these industry cowards, plottin' behind closed doors While my blood spillin', these pussy nigas countin' scores Puffy paid the hit, Jimmy Henchman orchestrated FBI watchin' while my life was terminated Orlando Anderson? Just a fuckin' pawn in the game Street soldiers know exactly who to fuckin' blame Suge beside me, both of us marked for death Outlawz ride for me 'til they ain't got no breath Hennessy in my cup, blunt in my hand These same muthafuckas still walkin' free in this land Nigas claimin' they real but sold they soul for a deal I died exposin' truths that these fakes try to conceal Las Vegas PD, case files collectin' dust While my killers walk free, what happened to fuckin' justice? Murder unsolved but the streets know the truth Bandanas tied tight while we load up the coupe My words prophetic, predicted my early demise Now I'm watchin' from above as my legend still rise All these rappers claim they hard but they soft as cotton Pac's influence eternal, never to be forgotten [Hook: Nate Dogg] Oooooohhh, the streets don't lie, nahhh (The Row ain't never lie!) Truth survive when the real nigas die They try to hide, but we still know Blood money leave a trail wherever it go (West Side! Row for life!) [Verse 2: 2Pac] Big gone six months later, same muthafuckin' plan Industry assassins, blood money in they hands Same killers, same paid triggermen in the dark Same industry vultures tearin' legends apart My mama still cryin', justice denied While these fake-ass nigas got my murder classified Twenty-plus years later, files still sealed tight Las Vegas PD actin' like they blind to the light Fuck all you bitches that helped cover this shit My spirit immortal, my words still legit New evidence surfacin', can't keep the truth contained Death Row archives got these cowards' names Nigas break the code, but real G's maintain Too many soldiers buried with unmarked remains Thug Life tatted on my soul 'til infinity They killed my body but couldn't kill my fuckin' legacy! Suge Knight locked down, Death Row fell apart But the seeds that we planted still growin' in hearts Outlawz scattered, some dead, some still breathin' But the message we delivered, the world still needin' All these fake-ass rappers claimin' they the realest But ain't none of them died exposin' the illest From the grave I'm still teachin', still preachin' truth While these industry puppets stay confused in the booth [Outro: 2Pac] Against all odds... Makaveli lives!

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A purely instrumental piece, replicating the original audio with exact instrumentation and mood. It features detuned piano notes with a melancholic, fragmented flow, eerie erhu glissandos weaving through, and deep ambient drones. The soundscape includes natural wind textures, crashing waves processed with granular effects, and evolving tonal shifts. The structure is fluid and non-linear, with unpredictable pauses, distortions, and spectral reverberations, maintaining an abstract, eerie atmosphere.

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В Кёльне распылено жаркое лето август подходит к концу в жёлтое платье лето одето жёлтое Кёльну к лицу. Двери закрыли все магазины, жизнь затихает, и вновь ярко сияют ночные витрины, в город вступает любовь. Серая улица без лимузинов, камень домов и покой, и тишину, как тугую резину, можно потрогать рукой. Нравы просты, а мужчины - неверны, здесь только мёртвый не пьёт, в греческой, Богом забытой таверне, хрипло пластинка поёт. Пары сплетаются в жаркой истоме, танго рыдает навзрыд, ночь притаилась в оконом проёме, теменью город укрыт. Скрипка рыдает надрывно и томно, вздох облегченья, полёт... чёрное танго кошкой бездомной по тротуару бредёт. ...Чудо ловите, пока оно вольно, время его сочтено, в мёртвенном свете спящего Кёльна силу теряет оно.

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