Ego, trip
For the guys, trip
Ego, trip
For the guys, trip
Ego, trip
For the guys, tremble

Haaaaha!
Poor thing, poor thing
All your favorite rappers all think they have style (style)
Haaaaha!
Poor thing, poor thing
Yet when I listen to them, I hear Justin Bieber
So Sopa'M'Baba
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them all!
Shoot them all! Shoot them all! Shoot them!
R.E.D.K.
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them all!
Shoot them all! Shoot them all! Shoot them!
Haaaaha!

Poor thing, poor thing
Your MC raps like in the days of Annette and Justine
He confuses punchlines with Mister Bean's jokes
In this game, I feel like John Coffey in a Mini Austin
But MC's hang them, like in the first Hostile
I have a flow worth billions like Steve Austin
A flow with more faces than the Gang des Postiches
So much in the future that even your grandson is has-been
I repeat: Hang them, for these rappers I'm the Ku Klux Klan
If you're Luke, I'm your father so go ahead and apologize
I make luxury rap, taste it and don't argue
My flow makes hickeys with Gillette Mach +3
So get-get out of here when crazy phases arrive
Coming to cut off all the heads that stick out of those who only know
How to make clashes, yes they annoy me with their stories of coke and weed
Big wads, big bimbos so I'm forced
To make my landing so move-move aside!

Haaaaha!
Poor thing, poor thing
All your favorite rappers all think they have style (style)
Haaaaha!
Poor thing, poor thing
Yet when I listen to them, I hear Justin Bieber
So Sopa'M'Baba
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them all!
Shoot them all! Shoot them all! Shoot them!
R.E.D.K.
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them all!
Shoot them all! Shoot them all! Shoot them!
Haaaaha!

Put down the mic, be reasonable
When Carpe Diem is accompanied by Psy4
Oh battyboy
Storm warning in the zone
R.E.D.K, Sopra'M'baba the effect of a tornado

They are like Misfits
But without the powers
They say they're strong
Acting like Luda'
Big guy, you'll never have the vibe
Because all that takes work
You'd need someone to swallow you to be in the loop, dude
It's the same at HQ
You recognize true friends when you're in the thick of it
That said, it's life, everyone wants to touch without working
We rap, we fight to the point of breaking
Here I drop the shell, I'm at full speed, leave!
I told you it's true that my team works
Only original rhymes, I deliver, the beats suffer
I de-debit and retaliate, far from the idiots of idols
I draw and make the difference, boy
Yes, I pose and kick hard
Even in a minefield, my friend, I eliminate you, I have more than a thousand phases
I told you guys, now I've stepped on the gas, illegal
Only fine rhymes that defy the State
That also defy the gossips
There are too many schemes and so few honest guys
I've been handling words, bro, since college
It's not nonsense, dude, I'm telling you by the way
There will be something for everyone, especially for the reactive
I took Rick Ross's flow so there'd be something negative to say

Haaaaha!
Poor thing, poor thing
All your favorite rappers all think they have style (style)
Haaaaha!
Poor thing, poor thing
Yet when I listen to them, I hear Justin Bieber
So Sopa'M'Baba
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them all!
Shoot them all! Shoot them all! Shoot them!
R.E.D.K.
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them (shoot them)
Shoot them all!
Shoot them all! Shoot them all! Shoot them!
Haaaaha!

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