Shiruken Music

Wakztoubi

Hey, everyone at the same table, we're chill, we don't even know who's paying
Brother we don't even know who you are
They think we can't even kick
I also do rap
I also have the melodies like T-Pain
When I write I do the dirty work
So my hands are soaked in blood
I put the flow on the ground with a judo grip
I find my melodies even before the vocal line
I come from Kinshasa, a true child of the city
Working hard to have the crazy life
Rockstar in my delirium
I go all the time, I don't want to pivot
Check out the prod I'm going to pilot
It's not that I'm lucky but I'm cheeky

The cops on the lookout, the worker stays in place (stay in place boy)
The canister in the barrel, eighteen hours they replace me
Ten dollar bills, twenty dollar bills
Fifty dollar bills that pass through my paws
The city, I've roamed it, towards the client, so I have to be careful

We're too serene
In our building syringes (there are syringes)
I see them talking too much
But I don't see them on the field (on the field)
It's seven o'clock
They're breaking my speaker, man I'm hit (man I'm hit)
You owe us money, there's the P-38 man I'm turning you off (yeah I'm turning you off)

If you're not square when you're in debt
In two steps, we're going to refresh your ideas
Beware of still water, yeah it's real
It can spill blood everywhere once awakened
In angry mode, you came, it makes me laugh
You left with a broken femur in your housing project
Well, I'm the boss so I make the decisions
And thinking back I didn't scare you enough
I'm not into Jack and Coke, rather orange juice
Send the Capri-Sun taste naranja
When there was a client for coke, I was bombing in the building
Scratch the wall for eighty bucks
Too close to the goal to miss the opportunity
While I'm moving forward they're giving me the eye or watching me
Insults on social networks but they sing in chorus while running
At every event and concert, HK

From the morning man I'm in place
I'm going to slap them
Sitting in the back of the class
Counting my damn wad
But who are you? And where are you from?
And why are you acting crazy?
It seems to me that you owe me money
Wait you've already shot the joint
I'm walking around in a Lambo, I'm doing the bad guy
She tells me that I'm sick
She tells me that I'm sick
Because I'm talking to the metal
You know baby, I need love
That's why we're too dark
That's why we're watering you
And that's why I hung out until dawn

The cops on the lookout, the worker stays in place (stay in place boy)
The canister in the barrel, eighteen hours they replace me
Ten dollar bills, twenty dollar bills
Fifty dollar bills that pass through my paws
The city, I've roamed it, towards the client, so I have to be careful

We're too serene
In our building syringes (there are syringes)
I see them talking too much
But I don't see them on the field (on the field)
It's seven o'clock
They're breaking my speaker, man I'm hit (man I'm hit)
You owe us money, there's the P-38 man I'm turning you off (yeah I'm turning you off)

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