00:01The mics are like Calibs all night, don't do it here, you're not here
00:062-2-2-1, there's only one number 1, 2-2-2-2-2, I don't show the grouhiteux
00:10I stay in my corner, battered like a hater, rounded and cantankerous, in Haggai, there's nothing better
00:15Cheat, on Instagram, I hang out with the crowd, we're all a bit TR or HTCF in the suburbs
00:202-2-2-2-2-2-3, they want to do like me, 2-2-2-2-3, they want to do
00:24Don't play with boom-rongs and frisbees, you'll lose your fingers
00:26It's good that we're not giving up, that's what's holding him back, we're going to pull the greens, your soft feet, I'm coming.
00:30here's the thing
00:31It's a good dish I have from the Americans, I'm doing too well like the Lohens, I'm the African dream
00:36Like the schisophene wave that makes the gangsters vibrate, so hot that we're here, they're doing Alaska
00:41I start where your hardcore ends, I have my Gina here, I cry for you while screaming
00:45Stop, their mic's jamming, the effects are so good, wow, wow, wow, they're like flowers on your ears
00:51The strongest of them, no more rotten than any of my students, showbiz, listen, I'm coming down
00:55What do you want me to say? I didn't wait for you to reveal myself, the French rat, in a stroke of
00:59Hammer, I'm going to wake him up
01:00I'm gonna bewitch him, tap-dancing style, in the story he's eliminated, the 3, 5, 7 glued to the tablet
01:06The first one who wants to test himself will have a snout of a gray that needs censoring, you're measured
01:11At the slightest clumsiness that passes, a drop, a cup, poorly handled, we leave, anxiety
01:15Change your address or settle in cash by sheer luck, stay where you are, shut your mouth, work hard, progress
01:20Like us, you feel in place, no threat, underestimate no one, you feel me, it's good that there
01:24will have no one left
01:25Don't try to crash this podium, you want to come back to life, I have to buy it from a funeral home
01:31Like Iran, you're reliant on uranium, your whole career has been spent sucking on my platinum dick.
01:35L-O-U-S-L-I, rap, the street, French rap
01:40I represent what I feel, what has combed in my blood, has combed in my blood
01:45R-O-H-2-F, rap, the street, French rap
01:50The chat is just rap, what about those who hate, for the mistreated?
01:55Towards the most angry talent, the voice unenraged, like the marabouts in the void of our magic
02:00The street, anarchy, my rap, demagoguery, when my pen runs dry, the world hemorrhages
02:05Little ones aren't so little, they understand everything, even dating
02:08They carry out the task, they dream of kamikazes in ballistae in the front line
02:11Making a run for the Swiss, the big guys without the adrenaline, the baggage of Bing, that's homicide.
02:15Along with missiles, love and war, gambling, and home-based shootings
02:20Aya Soul, we'll all die before the end of the century, no matter how much I speak for myself.
02:24I represent peace when in the south, no pair of balls are bequeathed
02:27We have blood on our hands because the street has its rules
02:30I don't want to change the world, I'd have to chase everyone away.
02:32I tell you that peace will flourish, but on their graves, we can always open it in the shadow of the
02:36system
02:37You can read poetry between the fragile words, the sirens of my voice, the atheists call
02:42The only things that don't extend beyond the walls are that there's a lack of slopes.
02:45Conscious rap doesn't solve your problems, let them burn, let them spit on themselves.
02:50Without any prompting from electoral rap, they're giving me a headache with their moralizing.
02:54I don't have to repeat the ideas, we all deserve to be stoned for them.
02:57We pray that I haven't finished guiding, I've put on the blood of a true hero.
03:01Memory is written on which schlac, it's your talero
03:05Paro, move away from the beat, it's rough, it's suffocating.
03:09Don't spit on the scales, we'll shake it up, it'll make you cash, you'd already have one
03:14Don't make a fuss if you like big bloods
03:17Making blood out of a guy, don't make us good blood, Maritain
03:20I don't regret my studies, I'm on YouTube.
03:22A California Love, crank up the autotune
03:25I'm proud of the big bucks, my balls, I'm raking them in.
03:27I've lived a brilliant life, undefeated on the asphalt
03:30The crisis has created opportunities, but that won't stop me from making money.
03:32We need to fuck, but nothing we know about the grudge.
03:35Poverty dreams of a princely life
03:36It's not exactly high class, but don't give us the cold shoulder.
03:39There's a disconnect between what they say and what they do.
03:41We accept it, they're just acting like somos ambiances
03:44I find myself where I was meant to be
03:46You will burn your grandson more than you are supposed to be
03:49Bury your microphone, you'll pay for a winter
03:51The MC's corpse floats in the atmosphere
03:54Don't try to defuse my vocabulary.
03:56The roots of hardcore are my fake quail strings
03:59H.O. of the S.M.I.
04:01French rap, street rap
04:04I present those who feel me
04:06Who combed in my blood, combed in my blood
04:09R.O. H.2.F.
04:11French rap, street rap
04:19H.O. of the S.M.I.
04:21French rap, street rap
04:23I present those who feel me
04:26Who combed in my blood, combed in my blood
04:28R.O. H.2.F. French rap, street rap
04:33H.O. of the S.M.I.
04:36H.O. of the S.M.I.
04:39H.O. of the S.M.I.
04:48S.M.I.
04:48H.O. of the S.M.I.
05:01S.M.I.
05:02S.M.I.
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