Come closer and zoom in
Realize that it's not like before
Since my sales and rap got beaten up
Crazy phases since I rolled my joint
I burped my roast chicken and spat out two islanders
Audio-phonic barbecue, are we rich?
Yeah, since our lands are oil and rubies, you know who I am
The automatic for those who flee my damn aroma
Damn, the road is long from Boulogne to Rome
And I have to come out victorious from a defeat
He who doesn't want to spend the winter in a tank top, it's him we imprison
Stupid to ruin his life on a whim
Too many do it, tear off their scabs with a machete
Take a look to the right, send the puree to the extreme
It's their floor, hey negro, it's time to eat
Burn their sperm in samples, weld their pussies
We're not going to calm down man, there's no point in you talking
Believe in my experience, from a warned people
It's B2O, I'm 423 years old

So listen well, bro, Hauts d'Seine department
You want to stop my crew but how are you going to do it?
So listen well, my name stickered on all the walls from the 16th to the Halles
Negro are you deaf or what? We are here
So listen well, an unsociable, unstable rap
The sound that makes you blow a fuse
So listen well, bro, we've come a long way, listen well

I don't like to fight like a rag
I prefer to shoot you down because that's what
People from my zone do, 100-8 Zoo
Feet in gold up to the throat
Vote to take the pigs to the morgue
Quickly here it's dead, tell them my race is cursed, gold
I got my throne in the trom, I'm hardcore like all these words said
Cap down in my car
Because they control, accuse wrongly
My logo, the polo players, the alligators
Molotov rhymes with town hall, post office, country
Show off without being boss, I was a king without Z3, a rat without help
On the run, so I tear off in Z8 my race to the bled

So listen well, bro, Hauts d'Seine department
You want to stop my crew but how are you going to do it?
So listen well, my name stickered on all the walls from the 16th to the Halles
Negro are you deaf or what? We are here
So listen well, an unsociable, unstable rap
The sound that makes you blow a fuse
So listen well, bro, we've come a long way, listen well

My raps say a lot, my clothes in Teflon
Break your head, go make love with a shard, on one of my songs
J&B in the guts, I'm in the clubs, the slaps and in the numbers
I wear the kevlar of the llage-vi
Yet I don't think these dogs can reach my ankle
Double-edged, delinquency in the song
I come full speed in the bends, turn into the red but civilized
Born in a target, my cord was cut with a saw
Nine months in a bunker, the middle finger up
The dad spit in a charger
My bag of weed degrained to better draw
The whores at the physio, the men in Guinea
Dangerous phrasing, there's still room in my locker
Revolution in the elocution
MC execution on my drum sound
Don't care, here it's rhyme, crime, dibiterie

So listen well, bro, Hauts d'Seine department
You want to stop my crew but how are you going to do it?
So listen well, my name stickered on all the walls from the 16th to the Halles
Negro are you deaf or what? We are here
So listen well, an unsociable, unstable rap
The sound that makes you blow a fuse
So listen well, bro, we've come a long way, listen well

So listen well, bro, Hauts d'Seine department
You want to stop my crew but how are you going to do it?
So listen well, my name stickered on all the walls from the 16th to the Halles
Negro are you deaf or what? We are here
So listen well, an unsociable, unstable rap
The sound that makes you blow a fuse
So listen well, bro, we've come a long way, listen well

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