Stay tuned
You don't know me
Get out!

No need to pretend you know me
Let me chill in my corner
Meugiwarano, my mate, my colleague
Tell him politely, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

It's me again, you look shocked, high five, dear friend
Lamborghini, Pagani and ceramic brake caliper
Your verse is useless, I take root in the night
I only raise my head to dunk like Kev' Sérafin
I haven't forgotten, I know I didn't have a penny before
Remind me, I'm double parked with the prince of Arabia
Touch me, I'm famous, I'm a star like Coluche
Kiss me on the neck, it won't show, I'm a ka3louche
I'm not here, I'm somewhere else, don't look for me, it's too dark
It's too late, locate me by the ticking of the Audemars
Don't bust my balls, I want to live and die in peace
That day, Oscar didn't get up on the right foot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, your foot, it's my foot
Don't declare your love to me, I'm a firefighter

I'm going to draw the artillery, pump, sword, screwdriver
Only UFOs that kick hard, straight from Venus
For my bamboulas that we strip, out of category
7-5, we warn you, we drill you like an Uzi
Only serial aliens with more than fifteen years of practice
Only warriors in the back but devoid of civility
Sexion d'Ass, only gold records, quad Raptor, niggiz
Crumple the prod, Notorious Biggie
Fall, tell them we fuck them, only, only crazies, get up
Criminal style operates at Falcon, let's shock them
Wesh, how's the W-A-T-I-B?
Right now, you know, only quality strikes, yeah

No need to pretend you know me
Let me chill in my corner
Black M, my mate, my colleague
Tell him politely, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Ok, ok, ok, Big Black, little thug
They wanted me to end up in small rooms, street sales
According to two or three jealous people, money tricked me
I haven't changed, ask lik-Ma, you know who's talking
It makes noise, but it doesn't kick, no more
Turn up the sound in the king-par, I don't like it
I'm only connected when the weed hits, life of oim
Nostalgic with ssiques-cla, tah Psy 4
What are you going to teach Big Black in this rap?
My sound, it hangs out where the little ones squat: downstairs
He'll tell you "If there are cops, cut and run"
As the little brother Bedjik says: Paris, it's bandal
I still have a lot of flow to sell, big hit
On the field, I make the difference like Ibra in ris-Pa
Akhi, pass me the mic so I can spray them
Then, I leave with my little wife, far from here

You find me ugly? You have bad taste
You're a young girl for sure
I don't have a new haircut
And I'm married, but they all want me
Shit, I've decided
I'm preparing the Blackhouse so, stay tuned
It's dead, I'm an icon like Nikos Aliagas
No lie, the pseudo-Migos, it annoys me
Black, I don't want to be adored, I like to be chill in my bubble
No, no, don't think we've been drinking, we kill the competition
We have style, we have talent, mate
We kick hard, young immature, pay in kind
I'll be on time the day I die
No more time for Mardi Gras, black, the world is dry
Guys want my failure, the disappearance of my species
When we shoot, we don't miss, I only need one try

No need to pretend you know me
Let me chill in my corner
Barak Adama, my mate, my colleague
Tell him politely, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, stay tuned
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

I'm not in the mood to play the fool, no
Don't spill alcohol on my pants
Do you know Sexion d'Assaut?
I built the foundations
By the way, tonight, we're going up as a team
Yes, I think we're going to win titles
Don't ask me how, it's probably genetic
I hope you're hungry, you're going to eat kicks
But calm down, it's not a fair
When you talk to me, please, don't raise your voice
I'm on the top floor, where are you? I can't see you
You say you weigh in, I admit I find it hard to believe you
Don't lie to me, I saw you swaying
And, on the chorus, you were shouting "Stay tuned"
I've kept the same colleagues from the start
Stop your drama, no, negro, you don't know me

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