So let's get started
Hello, player Kikesa
Hello
You haven't participated in any training for 1429 days
Ah, uh, okay
In order to check your current level
We have prepared a rap training with different levels
Okay, I'm ready
Rap machine activated
It puts pressure on wesh
I'm going to do something uh

When we were very young, we each rapped broken verses
That we heard every time it was played on the airwaves (But)
Now that I've grown up, I want to feel alive
So I scratch and master rap at my fingertips
I didn't sleep last night, I kill boredom by creating trouble
Even when I write quietly, dude I wake everyone up
You have to make pure money, to fill suitcases
I don't understand why you're panicking, I haven't shifted into second gear
We accelerate
Hands up, all your friends will subscribe tomorrow
Damn it's hot, dude I have too much flow
I should sell my album with a swimming cap
Speaking of caps, what's up guys?
Stop sending them to me, I can't wear them
And your lame t-shirts with a printed phrase are cool
But I'm not going to wear those either
Nor sponsor you

Level completed
Really? It's over? Okay heavy
Put something easy
What is this?
We said easy, right?
Uh I can, okay wait, yo

I worked at Aldi, every penny, I know how to appreciate it
Cashing in euros is cool except when you're a cashier, then it sucks
Lying for me is a sin, I'm going to go up the line
I chain 20/20s as if I worked in the vineyard
Fuck a Harem, I'm in the arena, big fish wants to become a whale
We often had empty stomachs yet no one was fasting
We hung out in the city center, afternoons emptying cans
We just wanted to put glitter in our lives before it stopped
Either you get your HPs back, or you recover in HP
Dude don't think you're going to make it thanks to the THC you bought
I put in my contact lenses, I turned on the contact
My team is compact, there's no rapist in my contacts

Next exercise
I almost died there
It's okay

I hate people like you
Every time they make a big deal
Go back to jerking off to your exes
Meanwhile I write texts
My smell on your unmade bed
My head big on a photo
I'm not alone, there's your girl
You recognized her butt crease, the weed doesn't affect me anymore
They no longer ask me "Why Kikesa?"
I can't be bad even if I try
I release a CD, I fill rooms
I just had an idea B, put the instrumental at minus -10 dB
That way your rap will be louder
On the other hand, you won't be stronger

Is it a clash huh?
Bonus level
Is it the bonus of clash?
I hope it's not dr- ah yes
Perfect, brrr

I rap on everything that moves for me, it's never complicated
I spit more fire than you'll ever have in your lighter
Masterclass you pay, you pay, you take your ticket
You're shocked by the level, like all the people who clicked
I don't queue anymore, now I'm on the list
And I cut the wires like a deminer
I don't let anyone into my life anymore
I act as if I were a bouncer
I rap with the hunger of the beginning while steamers are hitting on minors
Too violent for your little heart
I fill my publisher's accounts just with a D minor
For Youtubers, I'm a rapper, for rappers I'm a rapper
The day before yesterday I was an amateur, now I'm breaking it down with a marker
The price of a car on the wrist
Before I struggled to pay the rent
Mom will never clean again, stairwell
What did you think?
What, I don't do all this for glory
I'll go back into the shadows in ten years
I don't have the president's number
But if I want, I can have it
Your drill flow is starting to date, I need to show you how to adapt
I'm a rap machine, it's been three minutes now I think you've got it

Ah, it's not over?
Okay it's the eight minute bonus level?
Let's go, something a bit street
Put a gun sound

Yeah, yeah
I'm going to sell you something to shoot up
If you don't pay I'm going to shoot you
Twenty-eight kilos pre-cut on the seat of my coupe
I'm getting sucked off by a doll
I think she's from Guadeloupe
The neighborhood, it's not a joke, no one will miss you
Yeah, yeah
We're the street, the real one
We hang out at the bottom of the block
Yeah yeah

Actually, it's not credible at all, right? It stinks
But yes, continue, eh seriously do even more
A real street thing, there's "My Hood" written on the CD people want a hood thing
No but go ahead, skip, I'll do it differently

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