Fair play in low blows
I could write your texts with my asshole
Open your mind with a bat
If I'm here, it's not by luck
Ok, understood I only have one joker, if I use it, it stinks of trouble
Specialized without Princess Aniès
B2O a.k.a the genius out of a bottle of Jack Daniel's
They deny but their doping technique
Leaves traces of sperm from all ethnicities in the esophagus
Alcoholized so full of alcohol, quick-quick
The pigs have put radars up to the gates of the Coliseum
The zoo, B2O, you know, but you don't like us too much
Because it's scary, it scares kids and grannies
Our dance floor is a tatami, EnemyState.com
Hurt, let them talk in bad condition
The instrumental is folded, fighting is useless
Be sure we're going to fuck everything up, doubting is useless

In their heads there's too much silicone
I don't fit in their records
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't come alone to the party, so several cartridges
Don't worry I assure the weed-flame, the races and the layers
Stay all in the room until the end of the credits
She is beautiful, cruel, sad, she is brutal
The melody of the bricks hurts, my sound is not an icon
Off-season I exist in the eye of the cyclone

Pass me the bucket so I can take off, change the scenery
Gently I give the time in diamonds, ask for it politely
Original and fierce, I don't know what they inhale
Lower your guard and your kid will be born in the orphanage
I'll go to the final, fresh even in summer
True, I will remain, I have always been
Time is a killer, for those who don't know me
I just fill checks I don't care about the C.S.A
I don't have the right to make a mistake otherwise my contract jumps
From the Forum to the High Place, my gang throws the sauce
The guys are hateful, the girls are charmed
They want to puncture our tires, obviously I'm armed
Most should surrender, my flow registers them
The Desert Eagle disarticulates them
Little my troubles I laugh at, but I don't want to be your idol
It's the Hauts-de-Seine on the instru tah Snoop Doggy Dog

In their heads there's too much silicone
I don't fit in their records
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't come alone to the party, so several cartridges
Don't worry I assure the weed-flame, the races and the layers
Stay all in the room until the end of the credits
She is beautiful, cruel, sad, she is brutal
The melody of the bricks hurts, my sound is not an icon
Off-season I exist in the eye of the cyclone

If Kopp is at the top, don't think he's turning his coat
Real, from north to south negro, from east to west
I bought GHB to be sure to put you at ease
One for those who listen to me live from the carriage
Buddy, I saw your photo in the news, it's ugly
That we fall so low, you go back as soon as they release you
I'm a city rat
Always ready to do something stupid if you want to steal my marbles bro
Ebony color, the puck well insulated
The bigger the challenge, the more beautiful the victory
Off-season I exist, persist and sign
Less shit in the cargo no sound resists me

In their heads there's too much silicone
I don't fit in their records
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't come alone to the party, so several cartridges
Don't worry I assure the weed-flame, the races and the layers
Stay all in the room until the end of the credits
She is beautiful, cruel, sad, she is brutal
The melody of the bricks hurts, my sound is not an icon
Off-season I exist in the eye of the cyclone

In their heads there's too much silicone
I don't fit in their records
Off-season, I exist in the eye of the cyclone
I didn't come alone to the party, so several cartridges
Don't worry I assure the weed-flame, the races and the layers
Stay all in the room until the end of the credits
She is beautiful, cruel, sad, she is brutal
The melody of the bricks hurts, my sound is not an icon
Off-season I exist in the eye of the cyclone

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