Han, sheesh
OV, han, oh, ouah, han

Osirus climbs the fall benches
Each text like a Banksy
Always at the top in the ranking
New era, I'm in command
Ah, I'm chill, I mix my salad
On the beat, fire, mixed martial arts
Lérou, Didrine or King Hassan
2024, I arrive, I have Saddam's style
Smoke the nicolato or the zo'
Each track, it's golazo
Arrange the rhymes in dirty stealth
I believe in the process, 237, I need my money right away
At the KGB, cut that shit up
I enter the booth, Lyoto Machida
Every day I need to take another step
On the beat, I do the work of a host

Only fine tacticians like Kirshkern
The homies sell or they scam
Jack 'Sirus, I leave them in a cross
It smells like G13 from LS to Croix
I rap, put on your ankle guards
I clutch in the dagger
'Sirus, jaguar vision, I cut, you adhere
Precision LeCoultre Jaeger
I pass, there's not much left, we build the empire
On a large scale, they deny us
Between the 'illus it just slaloms
267 since the time of Solomon
Killu like Lotfi Double Kanon
Roll pure cali double cannons
Unleaded, there's more than 100 MPH
We screw them from the homeland, it's part of the same C.A

It's going té-mon, it's not going to shrink
Shout out to Slim, surrounded by flow like islands
I let them try to make anthems
Dangerous for them if we reign
I do the opposite of what the Sions did
Ha, I don't change, I stay like yesterday
I arrive extreme killu like Ye

Each text like a Banksy
Always at the top in the ranking
New era rises, I'm, huh
Chill, I mix my salad
On the beat, fire, mixed martial arts

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