Yeah, Eppsito

One day in the hood, we were fighting (we were fighting)
I crossed paths with Youss', we talked
I told him "Call me "Epps", we know each other" (ooh-ooh)
A lot of guys are pussies so they meow to make sound
Oh, oh, it's that time of the month when they lose blood
Today, I'm traveling by helicopter with my music
When I was 13, I was just doing the helicopter with my dick
They are trendy, I let them have the skinny jeans, I don't get baggy (no)
They have a grudge against me like Jean-Pascal Zadi (scary)
Caesar and treasure long before the squadron
On vacation in the South of France, I put on my espadrilles (yes)
I make them sick because for the biz, I'm a counterattack
And if I'm not better than ill, I'm the closest (let's go)
I'm made of marble like the ancestors
I make art, I surround them (say the terms)
Get out the money so we can chain them up (ooh)
Me, I'm a star, and the less you say the more it's blurry
If you don't like Benjamin Epps, you don't listen and that's it (ah)

Prims, han
Fuck the purists, I cut the bass
Damn if I go there, we are on the seas, on the nerves like Ateyaba
Dessalines flow, I have my heart wet, my guys ruminate
Rapper-magician, damn, I'm Haitian like Carimi
Watch, mama, I'm on TV, bring new cracked flow
Negro, face to me, world, solid like Nordine Mukiele
Captain like Joshua Kimmich, I'm hooded like Kalash Crimi'
Every day, a clinical verse, every day, I cut the gimmicks
I have no limit and I swore to you on my life that me
I remain unavoidable like Alabina at a Jewish party
Like an offense, Borsalino, Prims and Benji'
I'm the best rapper in France, my niece is the best in Belgium
I'm on a beach far from the ghetto and its slivers
On the radio, I hear shit but in the shell, I hear the sea
Tell luck to come at a running pace
I assume the consequences of a negro of eloquence, R.I.P Pape Diouf, Prims

Hagoun
Serve the zipette or burgers?
What's the point of getting up early? The world belongs to the builderburger
I wait for them to blow up the globe, the enemy didn't see me coming, that's the biz
Imagine the eye above the pyramid with a strabismus
We don't kiss, Marianne, I make love to her as if her pussy had nine lives
I come to rebuild, I scratch more lyrics, I write quotes
On bail, I sing my prayer like the son of Affiny
I will resurrect the big sound without the infinity stones
I rap under the jets of stones, grenades, LBDs
We speak ill of the future, guided by empty stomachs
We force ourselves away from city centers, destinies like George Floyd, it sinks in quickly
In the head, a bullet, a knee on the throat (tchew, tchew)
Back to Alabama, negro that we slit (tchew, tchew)
Justice for Adama, it's the clan without the torches (force)
Even without the burning crosses, same white supremacy
My ground face in black cross, beaten, hung on branches
My soul is in the sound, dude, the dose, it's the right one
And if he wants it, tell Satan to buy the album
I had to change the game, learn to live or tie a knot
There's no genie in the bottle, too high to make a wish
And when it shoots, you change sex, become an athlete (tchew, tchew)
And even your guardian angel, he lowers his head
Explosive marriage, between fire and powders, my heart swings
Exclusive verse that I spit with a pin as a wedding ring, Bors

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