I’m sick I sleep
Show bizz is shit
I don’t need it
To be an artist
They owe me millions
They are now my pigeons
I destroy them
With not pity then
My words are deep
When I rap on the beat
I tell the truth
To the famous
I was born vip
I know I lit
When I sing I create hits
My files are not zip
Don’t be hysteric
When you see me, I’m unique
I’m not stupid
I can fuck you in a bit

I steal the rich
I don’t care of their click
They look like a bitch
I trick them with my trip
They can’t see the real
They are busy on a deal
I shoot these pigs
To be sure on my feet
Do not panic
Because I’m chic
I can be heroic
And put them in the ditch
I’m not schizophrenic
I don’t need a gift
I just sit
Till I rip
It’s my critique
Of the bad kids
Don’t be paranoid
I’m not toxic

I’m not static
I smoke my stick
I write lyrics
Always to be great
I dance I hit
I make music
I tell the public
The life on the street
It’s not my style
To be very calm
I move with speed
To cross the line
It’s not my type
This kind of man
Cowards and caitiffs
Who never shine
I say in my rhymes
That the others hide
I know I’m fit
I’m good in my mind

I’m fantastic
And I know it
That’s why I stay classic
In my rite
I’m like a troubadour
I play I court
I run on the course
I walk with my purse
I’m not afraid
I’m not scared
But it’s terrifying
How the world is changing
That’s why I give
My time for nothing
And I can live
And die with nothing
See my technic
Don’t be egoistic
And admit
That I’m big