(Here is a rare interview with Bruce Lee)

My name is Bruce Lee, multi-blade hokuto master and twice a millennium
And here is my ultimate student, Soprano
His attack is of incalculable power
Myself, as well as all the hokuto shinken masters
Have difficulty calculating it
His last attack is called
"The hokuto shinken punchline attack".
You don't know it, but you're already dead.

It smells like trouble, I brought out the Bruce Lee flow
Check my tech on these docile Chuck Norris
Slaps like Terence Hill I distill
To all these rappers with a Sacha Distel flow
Too much style in my discography
On disco I can drop a rap like when it was graffiti
Hostile since the ultrasound I traffic
Rhymes and cinematic punchlines
Engraved in the rock like Sniper in BM or Honda the Honda we don't betray
The hagra doesn't pay but I smoke them all
Like the neurons and lungs of the Netherlands
Prohibited flow too posh for these Cohiba smokers
RIP are all those rappers that I drive-by since K.O bye bye bye bye
You who thought I was god, cut your veins
And see how I do my stuff, I eat
Like Hannibal Lecter at each listen I cut them up like Morgan Dexter
Have no doubt, Roma Beirut, I blow up the whole sector
Go take some drops, you disgust me you little hater

Anyway, I'm different and have been since the front
I'm on all fronts without dirtying my task on the front
I scare them like Frank Ribéry
I have the straight talk of the brothers who make the headlines
In 20 years or more we will do the haya, survivor like Baya, alone on the Himalayas
My Sacem is sought by Esteban and Zia
Scarred like Kayna, at your place everything is fake
Even your streams are made in China, ayah
I attack the mic like in the old days to show you the extent of my art
Who you compare we are not the same, where will they be after the quarantine?
I laugh, you hit zen in the flour to touch the sky
You talk behind my back to steal my wings (steal my wings? Khouya mazel!)

I do dirty and then I piss people off
To all those who decide to push me
Yes I have the recipe for longevity
In this fucking game with multiple facets
You want my plate you will only have the leftovers
Since Ivrest I remain the best
But if you test me like Idir Aissat
My street art will put a bim bam, bim boom on you
Before the ding dong, ping pong are your cheeks, King Kong slaps
I have the craziest gang from Marseille to Hong Kong
It juggles like Zizou 'Soprano Wolfgang'
I have the big bang of rap I burst the slaps I spread the waves
Decapitate the bacs quickly move my balls, cane yes
Since hala hala, I take you for a ride in Vala-hala on Sopra you said what?
(You said what? You said what?)

You don't know it, but you're already dead.

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