I rap so well that they say I rap badly like Mathurin
And if I go into the shadows, it's because people, in the sun, have had enough
At home, it's the basin, negro, it's not Turin
I'm still here in reality, you should congratulate
It's crazy how you stress, stop farting
I see you as a traitor, adulating us
The game is cornered, you enjoy, me, I haven't even ejaculated
I see that the negroes are talking, I move forward in big steps like Shaq's Reebok
I don't give a damn about the charts, look at the amount of the check, she's going to get wet
Bring the wheat to Sapon at the Ripons
I'm 'fonce, you hear the bronchial attacks
Uppercut, hook, the enemy on the ground, the box is checked
The mogos flip, the street, a pinball, it shoots, the bullets only ricochet
You have to nod, sweep like a left-handed
I'm dangerous, I get gross, your negroes are panicked, they're broke
Oh shit, nobody stops me, black vision like Polnareff
You get it? Too bad for me, I don't stop at the stop

Twilight vintage, no, not even in a dream
You, you're dead in the movie, negro, if you don't have the ref'
Gun at every paragraph, the mic, it's my Tokarev
You don't understand, you don't listen if you don't have the ref'
They don't know we have the ref' man, no, they don't have the ref'
They don't know we have the ref' man, no, they don't have the ref'
Nobody will stop us, no, they don't have the ref'
Go, they don't have the ref'
Go, go, they don't have the ref' (hey, hey, hey, hey)

I'm here for the throne, this year, I'm going to chain everything
Geneviève de Fontenay, I'm going to drag everything
Known in Palace of France, but people want the pumps, hold
Stop ruining the accounts, come, Mat-Icon, fucked
There, you have King-Kong featuring Godzilla
Or Bob Dan featuring Bob Dylan on Mobb Deep with Jigga's flow
What the fuck nigga? Premier League level, Liga
Addict of illegal stuff, real thug breaks his Lyca' chip
Bitch, nigga, we arrive on you, boom, chakalaka
He came, he saw and your ass, he chocolated
Let me show you the mimics of my flow that your flow doesn't have
I'm the top, tense so I came to buy the MCs, go, sold
No money is returned, Mr. Agent does the Superman with his cape, we hanged him
Aggressive on the verses, you end up breathless
We're going to bring back the cup, burn the Champs and fuck the mother to, cut (oh but say the terms)

Twilight vintage, no, not even in a dream
You, you're dead in the movie, negro, if you don't have the ref'
Gun at every paragraph, the mic, it's my Tokarev
You don't understand, you don't listen if you don't have the ref'
They don't know we have the ref' man, no, they don't have the ref'
They don't know we have the ref' man, no, they don't have the ref'
Nobody will stop us, no, they don't have the ref'
Go, they don't have the ref'
Go, go, they don't have the ref' (hey, hey, hey, hey)

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