I can't give sight to the blind or turn a whore into a housewife
I only have twenty consonants, six vowels, huh
My eyes exploded in front of my phone
Intelligence dosed in my text, I write calmly in my hood, ok
Forbidden to regret, gotta stay determined
Your boss caught me secreting on his secretary
Spitting fire, that's the theme until my eyes go out
You drool over my rap but secretly, you love it

The devil has horns, Philly Flingue has the scepter
Before falling into the coma, I dived into the Seine
Proud as a rooster, the flow from '96
Code 187 on a rapper who's popular

And it's always "fuck the cops", yeah
The pigs want to control the young blacks in sportswear
The enemy is close, I'm on the front line
The audience is close like in the Premier League
I can't do miracles as I said in the first line
I just repeat myself, overdose is likely from the first line
We don't understand the same things even if we read the same book, uh
Routine locks up, I wish my guys would become free, uh
I dream of independence like a Corsican, Basque
I have no attachment like the low Air Force (aight)
The teachings of the street pay, my rap, a coded language
The profit, I think about tripling it, tripling it

The problem with money is the more you have, the more you want
It's a vicious circle my brother
Whereas if you're content with a little, well you're happy with that, you understand-

Eh
I can't give sight to the blind or turn a whore into a housewife
I only have twenty consonants, six vowels
Philly Phaal, ivory trafficking in an Ivorian city
I dot the "i"s, not the bitches on the beds (no no no)
They make me laugh like a fortune teller who sees the past
Or a bad payer who wanted to screw the "c"
They tied him up, basement, padlocked
Yeah, another herbivore playing with carnivores (oh shit)
It's time to settle in, can't stagnate this year
Too many nights in the studio, eating instant noodles (-tanées, -tanées)
Money heals, fuck the ointment (fuck the ointment)
The profit needs to triple double like Russell in Oklahoma

Fake paper trafficking, card scam
Encrypted language like when you don't have the four (yeah yeah)
A mom assaults an employee at the CAF
My girl in seventh heaven and my enemy in the basement (Philly Flingue)

Fake paper trafficking, card scam (cash)
Encrypted language like when you don't have the four (yes yes)
A mom assaults an employee at the CAF
My girl in seventh heaven and my enemy in the basement (yes yes)

Fables, bluff, just crack, my fans want just rap
But Phaal wants just Ralph, women want you to pay
If it's in the budget, my wife will have the diamonds
But I can leave her on the pyre, peeling her lover
I hurt them, the fire is burning, join my cause
You test us, more turbulence than a Paris-Bamako
And I have my old school jacket, fresh to the neck
I'm often asked how much my trench coat costs
These rappers shit in your ears, it's beautiful diarrhea
Slap Marianne's ass like a nice bundle (woo)
I describe my life by painting it in a world where being free is paying
Fuck the globe mamène, me, I exceed their rankings
The bitches want me to break the class
The kind of nigga who goes to London to buy Clarks
The Don, yes, for my guys, good weed, fashion week
Shooting on the instrus like John Wick
It's not a wave but a hurricane that I bring
Succeed in doing better, when can you? Never!
Fourteenth, encrypted language, sale of addictive substances
Everyone spends their time chirping, eh

Fake paper trafficking, card scam
Encrypted language like when you don't have the four (yeah yeah)
A mom assaults an employee at the CAF
My girl in seventh heaven and my enemy in the basement (Philly Flingue)

Fake paper trafficking, card scam (cash)
Encrypted language like when you don't have the four (yes yes)
A mom assaults an employee at the CAF
My girl in seventh heaven and my enemy in the basement (yes yes)

Fake paper trafficking
Yes yes yes yes

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