(Glorious, glorious, glorious) yeah
I bring the message (glorious) han (glorious)
Five furious, yeah, han
Glorious, glorious (glorious) glorious (glorious)
Glorious, on these glorious sounds
Glorious (glorious) glorious (glorious)
Glorious (glorious) han

We land like the storm (yeah)
Two pens, 26 letters
This damn globe is our arena
Under our steps, their skeletons crack
It reeks of thick, heavy sound
I handle it like a beautiful sword
Watch where you step (yeah)
I feel the chi enveloping me

Here, it's rhymes and punishments
Step aside gently
My crew won't be sentimental (no)
If you linger on my path, man
Big bass, snare drum on the attack
Turntables and speakers slashed
The cries of the fields as the only echo
To think they thought it would pass us by

Tired of hypocrisy
I cultivated my heresy (yeah)
The nice suits replaced
The black boots and shaved heads
Thirty years on the battlefield (oh yeah)
Slaughtering prejudice
When the assholes sound the charge
At Thermopylae, you'll find us

Done with acid Hip-Hop
Now it's cooing on soft zouk
The problem when you play ostrich
Is you don't see where the blows come from (oh no)
Anger as a companion
I continue my path, a bloody walk
Head and eyes raised (yeah)
In the distance, I will leave gloriously

I bring the message clear, concise, urgent
When this world is bogged down
Stuck in a victorious mirage (that's right)
We five, furious, spray our pastimes
On the cultures of the elites
Launch the charge on this glorious sound
Glorious, glorious
Glorious (glorious) glorious (han)
Glorious (ha) glorious (oh)
Glorious, glorious

I aim for the superb
I spit the slang of iron
I rap for the ancestors
Under the SPQR banner
Marseille soap factory
Sprays all those who want it
The best stuff packed in the Duffle
I have 200 plans, the losers only have Shuffle
I trace my path alone
After eight intense years in Russell's house
The canines scratch the tiles, I come
Deflate their balloon, here
Kick the rappers who talk in the alphabet of the cannon

I say things as they are (raw) nothing arrogant
They can keep their free world with big bars
They can gesticulate
But death, you can't beat it
The assholes cryogenize themselves
To serve their shit to life twice

Do you feel the atmosphere of a tightening blow?
It's my army, my fanfare marching on Plouquistan (oh yeah)
How they'd love to kick us out of their sight with boots?
I make these pop kings moonwalk off the stage

I cross the Rubicon with my furious notebook
Breastplate, mink cape, the chicks singing in unison
Straight to the clash like in '82, I rap the casbah
This mic sends slaps like Bud
Just like that, in the rasbaille

I made their walls tremble with a ballpoint pen
Disappear, reappear armed behind their backs like a Shinobi
I cut, compress, pack their laborious flow
And return to Mars with laurels on my head, glorious

I bring the message clear, concise, urgent
When this world is bogged down
Stuck in a victorious mirage (that's right)
We five, furious, spray our pastimes
On the cultures of the elites
Launch the charge on this glorious sound
Glorious (yeah) glorious (yeah)
Glorious (that's right) glorious (han)
Glorious (yeah) glorious (yeah)
Glorious (yeah) glorious

Mark minds with mythical exploits
Enter the legend
Mark minds with mythical exploits
They will recount our glorious battles

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