(Don Dada) I arrive in raptor mode, rap strong
In mode landing on download platforms
I'm with two blondes who speak Swedish
Or I watch the world from above, bats on the roofs
Don Dada pendant, ring on the fingers
Tell France that everything is paid for, this country is stagnating
Here, it's racism and arms sales, homeless people at every station
You call her Motherland, I call her Lady Nation
I tell you and it's as true as there's no ice in hell
Living at normal hours, in my life, it's vintage
The night brings counsel negro, I go to bed after my breakfast
Then as usual, I get up, I have a hard-on
I shower and dress well, my clothes have to kill
We want the bundles, the pez
Life is a winding road, alas I get lost
Would I love my wife when she's past
The age to please? I don't know
Hey, around me, too many pillagers, strong liquors fuck their strength
Nigga fuck, I'd like to live elsewhere
With the shit, I was quickly perched
The sniffers are looking for their white paradise like Michel Berger
The dealers have avalanches in their pockets, now
The client wants to sniff the snow more than spliff the amnes'
Everyone raps, sings, it's the fantasy
Instagram turns girls into 'cups, okay
Man wants to impress with logos and clothes
The only ones who don't care are the homeless and the wise
Everything is in appearance, because man judges by appearance
You have to be prepared, especially in Paris, yeah, I say that but I'm the same
It's not turning right in my head, it's not turning right, eh
Already at school, I liked to talk when I had to be quiet
I don't give a fuck, I love Palestine, I don't like the States
Let the politicians roast, conspiracy theorist paranoia
I'm in my bubble like an autistic
I'm live in the kingdom of the blind, check out the cyclops' eye
They call me Gun, MAC-9, Uzi, Glock
I pass the detectors, discreet like a detective
When I apply the diet, the haters go on a diet
I've made a lot of songs about weed
I just wanted to smoke my weed in dark alleys
I'm not in the street anymore but those I grew up with are
Put a good sum and I'll teach you rap in ten lessons
In rap, there are no more people, there are only characters
They write like children, no one wants to act their age
Obvious rhymes
The groupies-service stations pump, ensure the drainages
Dangerous story, written in my residence
I watch the excited public who screams
Fuck the bench or the stands, I have to get into the first team
Hey, I need several phones, like Marcel Desailly
Villa in the country, I become Louis XIV in Versailles
I have the hatred like Said or a Blood from the West Side (West Side)
As usual, I listen to Jay-Z, I watch Denzel
I dream of Halle Berry behind me on a YZ
I'll be good in the end, Belzebuth has excited my beginnings
I lied, I stole, I smoked, I drank
I fucked 'cups, wasted the 'biff'
I'm in front of the doors of success, pass me the crowbar
I'm too old to claim negro, I'm old enough to get
I don't have time to wait, I have to pitch my tent
They tell me the wheel turns, so it has to turn fast
Thirsty for recognition buddy, I have the empty gourd
We prefer to be free and poor, fuck the rich slaves
Like the presidents cainf'
We are in the XIV and then in the XV
Paris South mentality, fuck the globe
They don't even want the negroes to gobble up the leftovers
The last will be the first, you have to learn that
They fucked our lands and our heads
They took everything from the basement to the attic
Hateful society, I'm supported by five pillars, I'm going to stay stable
It's not hardcore rap, I don't think I'm a rocker
I go to the gym for the body, I go to the mosque for the heart, Al'

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