I told you I'm not aiming
Here, I'm like a drunk Gilbert Montagne on a merry-go-round with a Kalashnikov, duck down

This country loves labels, it's crazy
Boxes, being categorized
I do rap, old school, conscious, pfff
You know what, I don't give a damn
I do rap, period

I don't have an immediate plan, dude, I'm hitting rock bottom
If someone asks me what I'm doing? Huh me? Unconscious rap
I have the beat, the sheets, the pen ready to charge
A daring criminal art where the victims consent
Rap in its essence, a random shot in the crowd
I don't care about being in or out, I don't care about being cool
To be clear, first degree, nothing perverse
I took out the brown pen to write crap
My word is as strong as iron
I'm not a host or Pascal the big brother
Just a survivor of Voyage to the End of Hell
Where if you're not from the place, they screw you over
Class 84, godfather of organized crime
Use your head to get out of the organized crisis
Marked path to exercise my organized grind
No, no organized bonus, son you're not a king of organized crime
I humanized myself in the middle of an urbanized zone
You know who I am, I said it in 13'Organized
I don't want to end up like Johnny, surrounded by idiot lookalikes
Your rapper is the dealer, and I'm his wholesaler
You can't save the world, it doesn't care
It's the playground where the strongest player wins
Drop a 16, like throwing a malaise, laid back
Life made a hole in your resume, I ream and re-bore it
Don't put me in boxes, I'm as free as Uncle Imh
Uncle Shu, not Uncle Tom
It's rec-di Jack says Jack gives
Honor is in the blood
Clan Zaccaria and check the Don
Don't burden me with duties, don't burden me with missions
Don't label my raps, don't label my sounds
I've been saying it for so long, damn it
Without vice, without calculation, without plan, unconscious rap

Too much nitro in our verses, controversial rap
Unconscious rap
My batteries are charged to take down the beat
Abusive sound level
Unconscious rap
Worse than a coded language, in a fireworks of words
Unconscious rap
Violent like a bat hit from Mike Myers
No joking, no rowing
Unconscious rap

I do rap as I like, instinctively
Nothing planned in advance, everything happens in the moment
Tomorrow is far away, I see their boxes and I keep my distance
My ink is invisible, like sand I don't fit in their hands
You see this rap is like air I need it to live
I need it to laugh, I need it to speak
Like a visceral urge impossible to describe
That's what bothers them I think, it can't be defined
Always trying to explain what it's not
They lose sight of the essential, it weighs them down
They want to understand simply to manipulate better
In the end, we scare because we are uncontrolled
I make sound not matches so there's no calculation
Like a closed-door duel between me and the beat
Don't try to understand why, don't worry about how
When you've caught the intro I'll be on the next track
No medal or throne so you're too wise
I'd barely be sitting on it, they'd start aiming at me
I don't want their suit or their barcode on my skin
Fuck their rabbit cage, I stand proud like Napo
Too subtle to be visible
In an era that promotes the opposite, it makes me a target
And stopping to explain, dude I don't have time
Without vice and without plans, unconscious rap

When we dare to even get out of prison
It's the decay of a lax judicial system
But that politicians don't even set foot in it
It's France, it's normal

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