Psycho
M.A.S.S, Busta, baby
9.3, K.2.O.L S.H.E.N, Joey Reusta

Hey yo, one, two, here are guys full of
Style, hardcore on the beat as in life
Man, there's nothing worse than forcing yourself to shut up
We want to break through with mic hits on the beat, yo
For us and our clique, yo

Yeah, yeah, it's back on, the commando is back
Back in the bins with Joey on my back
The 9-3 Connection, yeah, time time for some action
Don't stay there because I section those who sound false
Like the bitches from sitcoms
Cut the drums, the cash, remove it, ok, the loop too
I just want to rap on the Charley, I'm an MC
And I want people to understand what I say even if it shocks
I don't care, I represent my block
So send everything back right away, so I can fuck everything up for 9.8
Let me explain why
Hardcore is the beat, yo, you know where I live, where
The grayness of the walls in the long crack
The hardest armors
My eyes have seen the worst and I swear
That it's indecent to shout that everything is fine
While around us, there are so many people bleeding
Do you get it or not?
Do you understand why I, I don't give up
It's in the genes

Hey yo, one, two, here are guys full of
Style, hardcore on the beat as in life
Man, there's nothing worse than forcing yourself to shut up
We want to break through with mic hits on the beat, yo
For us and our clique, yo

I chose the clan of the clandestine
Clandos, hobos of the loaded mic
The camp of the undesirable independents
One of the few crews, haha, to bring the hubbub
To make holes in every head we cross and we wheel with cromi hits
It's promised to fuck and stay hardcore
First of all not to lose the north, from starboard to port
Here is the number one Squale, MC to the marrow
Me, the youngster who in one rhyme strips you naked
Rolling in flowing flow with Shen Kool as director, Joey on the SP
And all the entourage, becomes crazy gaga
When Flex Baba settles for NTM with M.A.S.S, it's no joke
The style is encrypted, don't try to decode
There's no leak in the exhaust pipe
All trained in real hip-hop
So you need to know now without too much effort
Who are the leaders of the hardcore camp

Hey yo, one, two, here are guys full of
Style, hardcore on the beat as in life
Man, there's nothing worse than forcing yourself to shut up
We want to break through with mic hits on the beat, yo
For us and our clique, yo

Hey yo, one, two, here are guys full of
Style, hardcore on the beat as in life
Man, there's nothing worse than forcing yourself to shut up
We want to break through with mic hits on the beat, yo
For us and our clique, yo

I feel my nerves rising, my pupils dilating
I wish I could sink my teeth
Be able to clench them until blood
I wish I could communicate this inner pain
Go ahead, go ahead, it's not good there, when he's like that I tell you there's danger

Danger, danger, I said danger, danger
I feel cramped, cramped, hunted, no way to dodge
It's visceral, this mental prison that is my daily life
Every day I come back from afar
Impossible to put a brake on it
Inevitably pulled down by my paranoia
Which guts me, grabs me by the guts, it would freeze your bones
All this because they made me bitter at the base
I'm not trying to be in phase with others
I don't care, don't be surprised that it shaves me
Don't ask me to define, because there, I fear the worst
That no total negation, yeah, I think we can say it
I think that can be enough, if you don't get it, don't look
Exciting but I don't rage, I know you don't know
First of all, I don't care

Hey yo, one, two, here are guys full of
Style, hardcore on the beat as in life
Man, there's nothing worse than forcing yourself to shut up
We want to break through with mic hits on the beat, yo
For us and our clique, yo

Hey yo, one, two, here are guys full of
Style, hardcore on the beat as in life
Man, there's nothing worse than forcing yourself to shut up
We want to break through with mic hits on the beat, yo
For us and our clique, yo

Top chrono, here is Mass, prepare onomastics
Plastic bomb on sound system, Mass on the mic chews words
I rise, make a name for myself like Ellis Perry, my history
It's hysterectomy, on stage, Mass creates hysteria
For NTM, like TNT my hip-hop explodes
I pose on instru like on eins my sex I pose
Because here the knot is tied, it rolls like a tire
Neutral group that neutralizes (guys)
You're caught with pneumonia on the menu, it's, it's, wack wack roasted
I leave wreck and I launch a suave voice like Pavarotti
On the mic I excite like a bitch who donates her egg
They kiff like boy band, even the boys band, them
Soon on the hit, I can't wait to be a myth like Khéops
I opt for the mesh and stay posed like Ops does
My beautiful Mike, mesh I have brewed, crumpled, paperwork
In heaps piled up, past, rehashed, that's ultra combo

Hey yo, one, two, here are guys full of
Style, hardcore on the beat as in life
Man, there's nothing worse than forcing yourself to shut up
We want to break through with mic hits on the beat, yo
For us and our clique, yo

Hey yo, one, two, here are guys full of
Style, hardcore on the beat as in life
Man, there's nothing worse than forcing yourself to shut up
We want to break through with mic hits on the beat, yo
For us and our clique, yo

Freestyle
M.A.S.S., fuck the rest
Busta, Flex squad baby
9.3. Connection

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