Wa-wa-wa Wati-B oh
Wa-wa-wa Wati-B oh
Wa-wa-wa Wati-B oh
Wa-wa-wa Wati-B oh

Smiling when the enemy strikes
As if I've already experienced this
Beware, a little guy can steak you like Tony Jaa
Hum!
Too violent for anyone to back me
The title, the one who brought it back, we need to hit him
They think that after The Crushing there won't be a comeback
Hum!
You won't see two like Black M
Bériz, you'll see blows similar to Ong Bak
Blows of blood, huh!
Wati-B cousin, we're not joking

Ok, go ahead and get off the ring
On my head, that's what they risk
It lays down guys of all sizes
Sexion in the game, it paralyzes
At home, we prepare for a fight
Chavo, like a K-1 hold
Wati-B, it knocks you out, jerk
A shin blow, you're in a coma
It slaps with the feet
Head blows in the ribs
It brushes the neck and the ears
It cracks ribs and breaks noses
Fractures and fines
KO levels, that's not what's missing
A cuff to finish
Sexion D'Assaut, the fam, it breaks limbs

Whether I please or not, I can't say "love me"
It's Wati-B, not MMA
In the same month, I write crazy texts
I even have sweaty hands (Maître Gîms!)
I see that it turns from West to East
It has to explode, I do my job like Abdallah the head cutter
(Brother) We're here
Screw it if it messes up
I want to hurt as much as a one-armed man would want to hug his mother
We want beastly clips with beastly neon lights
Too many things to say, I'm still full like a lazy man's pen

Brother
I kick and spoil the corner, I'm nervous (Hum)
You can catch the bitterness on my lips (Brother)
Those who think they can tackle us are dreaming (Shh)
Cr-cr pah pah!
Go ahead, pass me the reins

I kick and spoil the corner, I'm nervous (Hum)
You can catch the bitterness on my lips (Brother)
Those who think they can tackle us are dreaming (Shh)
Cr-cr pah pah!
Go ahead, pass me the reins

Here is Doums
A.K.A the stealthy silhouette
I put on the boxing gloves, it's going to be felt on the beat
You've neglected, bastard
You'll have to get used to the idea
From now on, I'll only move for fatalities
Fuck you niggas
You've seen the flow we're sharpening
There's no bottom we're disguising
This is for the fakes who slander
You felt the impact
My hatred is compact
Behind my men back
We mess up your comeback

They say that dogs don't make cats
Yet too many cats are bitches
Love has sparked hate
Your neighborhood bleeds every season
Don't take your life too seriously if you don't want to die of a heart attack
If the world is a bone, my life resides in a fracture
I cause damage like a sniper
Affected by Parkinson's
You see blurry, normal my rap
Is just a potato that rings you
Neighborhood life is pretty cool, it's the media that makes it gloomy
And if it puts ad pages, it's so that Fogiel can take his coke

Brother
I kick and spoil the corner, I'm nervous (Hum)
You can catch the resentment on my lips (Brother)
Those who think they can tackle us are dreaming (Shh)
Cr-cr pah pah!
Go ahead, pass me the reins

I kick and spoil the corner, I'm nervous (Hum)
You can catch the resentment on my lips (Brother)
Those who think they can tackle us are dreaming (Shh)
Cr-cr pah pah!
Go ahead, pass me the reins

My life is not shit, pussy, hookah, fuss
We apply ourselves to each title and I don't know if it's enough
I don't want to be chic either
Either we know it arouses
Suicide, worries under shit
It's worse when it associates (A.D.)
The umpteenth son of a cleaning lady (Brother)
I would like to know when the struggle moves (Brother)
I'm the man with a thousand lyrics
But I only have one word
I invite you to eat in our dish, look carefully there's no carrot

Buddy, it's hot what's happening, there are bones breaking
Tell your kids to get lost
There are knee strikes, elbow strikes in our verses
Then headbutts
Bottle hits and a lot of wounds
We told you what we aim for
We aim for the crystal disc
No need for vice or piston
The competition is having an asthma attack
Sexion D'Assaut
We can fold everything with one hand
You will have beautiful tube-ma, we will forget you tomorrow

(Eh) We are only at 30% of our
Damn capabilities
The name of the team cousin'
You just had to mention it
Vital Points
In 2010 it's madness
But who would have thought that
Betting on us was necessary
Damn, what's the team guys? (Sexion D'Assaut!)
I can't hear, what's the team guys? (Sexion D'Assaut!)
Damn, what's the label again? (Wati-B!)
No but I can't hear, what's the label again? (Wa Wa Wati-B!)

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