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I rap for my brothers in Casa, in Tangier, in Skhour Rehamn
I rap for my brothers in Algiers, Bejaia, Mostaganem
If you act smart I'll light up your mother, and I'll eat the meal directly
As for the microphone, I knock it out, I'm like the Boughanem brothers
Big up to my buddy Skandeur
Big up to Fred and Cherif
There's no "love me tender", darling, lower the curtains I'm coming
I'm for the struggle, fuck the SPIP
I'm 24/7 in danger
They talk to me about the struggle more than a minimum wage
I want a million times a thousand
When it storms with my friends, the other one better not show up
I dream of a palace for my mother on my son Amhed's island
I won't leave him the keys to rap because the dawah is shit
But he will have the one of all the cars and all the houses in Raftel
I have my PG, fuck the wiretaps, the guy wants the backstage
Pop the champagne at all costs, every day is my birthday
My mother taught me to walk
The narcs taught me to hide
I sold death in a bag
Supervisor, chewing bag

I rap for my brothers in Casa, in Tangier, in Skhour Rehamn
I rap for my brothers in Algiers, Bejaia, Mostaganem
It's for those who eat the meal, big up to Souk, to Jamel
From Nanterre, Fresnes to Fleury, we want the hit of the camel

Fuck the cops, I don't care about them (fuck the cops, I don't care about them)
And I make money like Nino Brown (and I make money like Nino Brown)
Twenty-third or thirty-sixth chamber (twenty-third or thirty-sixth chamber)
1408 khapta under champ' (1408 khapta under champ')
The street goes crazy when I sing
She's so good but she's so annoying
The street goes crazy when I sing
She's so good but she's so annoying
(Yes, yes, yes)
(Supervisor!)

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