Murderous as desired at the heart of Assassin
It's him again and for you, he's back

Yes, I am the guy that
They call Rockin' Squat
My poetry bursts and my rhymes strike
The metaphysician of writing is in action
From Paris
18th, I send you this new potion
So get into this rhythm
Most poetic
Your body ignites on each
Bass of this beat
Make yourself comfortable and be ready to move
The imperial is here to make you dance
(Alright) The most hardcore of
The entire Northern part
Passes and repasses then evaporates
So listen to it, pay attention
Absorb this lesson, drink this potion
You'd better take
My words seriously
Because when I speak
It's no longer a game
I enter your mind then I exit
Then I return, I burn your cells
For me, it's child's play
Why? Because I have the secret formula!

Hey yo yo yo
Chemical was my funky solo potion dude
Because I hold the secret formula
Of the style that reflects
Funky funky Rockin' Squat Style intelligence

Seeking to know everything and
Never knowing anything
Is the favorite pastime of people
Who know how to talk the wind
And this energy wasted without counting
To the detriment of a sense of
Silent but sharp observation
Makes me think that many
Of you are still
Searching for the secret formula
(Yo yo, search, search for the secret formula
Search) prisoner of the tempo
Words spring forth in rhythm
The more I say, the more my analysis advances
And who says analysis, says research
Says work
Perseverance on the path of knowledge
But in the absence of obstinacy
Of a know-how tested
In every situation
The secret formula remains and will
Remain for you just an illusion
But if you take the vice of pushing
Your style to the supreme frenzy
The moment when the music
The words collide, intersect
There where when I write these phrases
I draw ecstasy
All your efforts will not have been in vain
Because in this damn bliss you
Will no longer feel the end (Why?)
Because I have the secret formula!

Hey yo Clyde!

Clearly for your mind to record
I take the floor again and
Let my register flow
The beat goes fast, I decapitate the elite
For this reason, my poetry is forbidden
Out of my neighborhood because I've already killed
With my rhymes the 50 jerks of the top, stop!
Tell me, what era do I live in?
Because when I turn on the radio
On any frequency
I never hear something that swings
Always comebacks of
Old tired stars
They haven't evolved or even progressed
So follow my voice my boy
For this new dimension
From the top of the capital I
Give a free lesson
Yes, you understood today I invite you
To take a masterful slap
This is simply a preview
Of my vocal freestyle
SQUAT is composed of five letters
For one and only one secret formula
Rockin' Squat attacks with style
On this funky beat
My poetry instructs you and I take your mind
Then one by one I soak your cells
Your mind burns then I increase the volume
By inserting inside my brand new formula
Which one? My secret formula

Yo! I have the secret formula of
The style that reflects
I think that one was pretty funky yo

One formula for an entire planet
I celebrate my success
While you retreat
Because my alchemy proved too powerful
I grab the mic and I
Plant it in my veins
Then I get on stage
And there I start, I demonstrate my science
Because the North attacks once
Again in bursts
To assert its musical power
Open the gates, gather your thoughts
Imagine what I have mastered
Thanks to my will ready to shake everything
I am a fighter, I save time
Transforming it into money
That I spend easily with the winds
And for that, I have only three ingredients
The mistral, my mic, and my secret formula

Wow! Peace to my homeboy fly Dee
Vincent, crazy boys in da house
KoolShen, JoeyStarr, DJ S
Yeah to NTM and the 18th peace

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