The door to the second verse opens
Dark Side Dimension, force of pure energy
The voices of suffering last
My original trademark rhyme ensures my income
I put my brain to the test and we are heard
Around the globe, my verbalism floats in the air of the times
Think before writing, the main element
It seems so simple to do, yet my listening is clear
Apart from a few groups that run on we don't really like concerts
Hell, but what is their primary motivation?
Do they enjoy chatting? Is it the cream, the green bill?
I operate in the underworld, cerberus of the last bastion
My verses for Double H expression of opinion
Part of the youth has almost nothing or so little
When you turn your pockets inside out the dust stings your eyes
It's clear, the future holds nothing good for us
Living day by day for us it's the same anyway
We are always on time, eagerly awaiting the third round
East and Cut straight from the original underground

Hell, but what is their primary motivation?
Hell is on Earth, white, black are not pink
Does blood still need to flow?
These words keep coming back, but the problem remains
Hell, but what is their primary motivation?
Hell is on Earth, white, black are not pink
Does blood still need to flow?
These words keep coming back, but the problem remains

The blows come from all sides, but when it's just slaps, it's okay
Tonight bare-knuckle fight no major damage
Guys go out to play kentos
Draw knives, hit, slash, bye die, see you soon
No one moves, they remain on their guard
Tense, in case a gadjo looks at them sideways
It's hell, bitter cycle, too perverse
Two-three blows from behind, trouble? Pow! Revolver
For pleasure, but isn't pleasure to laugh?
A good time with your team, it makes you shiver
I need a break, this time it's clear
What is their goal, their war, their primary motivation?
Besides, my manners don't match these mockers
Sitting cross-legged, I'm much better, a true lord
Violence exasperates me, these guys are antipathetic to me
Especially when it's free
A man is a man with or without chrome
Fighting for reputation is fighting against ghosts
Sure, brother, your actions are down-to-earth
Making fists talk at every outing, non-stop, it's

Hell, but what is their primary motivation?
Hell is on Earth, white, black are not pink
Does blood still need to flow?
These words keep coming back, but the problem remains
Hell, but what is their primary motivation?
Hell is on Earth, white, black are not pink
Yes, all this tells me nothing good

Bef' in the place alias the Impertinent
Walk or die there's no truce and it continues
The movie of life, where the actor is unknown
A guy who passes erases alas an innocent kid
A justice that slips like vice on our children
Planting other children having a good time
Distanced, never on time, from here guys I hear
Sirens, not those of the Seine
The police, backstage of vice, delights of the crime
Of the prejudice, guys who run, accomplices, sons
Of jerks, who do everything to make life here
Every man for himself and God for all
Rac-Chi, why are you coughing? It's you who pushes
My brothers to the limit I come to the rescue
Move over, I do my business it's hard to do
Over there and I talk to my scars
What I have to do on Earth brother is war on stereotypes
I don't smell, my goal is not to stay grounded
Here I do what I can with what I have
So more and more I miss buses
But not my life when I give my opinion
I moderate my desires and I always advise in search of reality
As E.A.S.T was, peace!

Hell, but what is their primary motivation?
Hell is on Earth, white, black are not pink
Does blood still need to flow?
These words keep coming back, but the problem remains
Hell, but what is their primary motivation?
Hell is on Earth, white, black are not pink
Does blood still need to flow?
These words keep coming back, but the problem remains

He's already at the window when the alarm rings
He looks at the courtyard but there's no one there yet
Yet in a few hours, silence will no longer reign
Many young people will come to spend another day
Defeated by idleness or tired of signing on
For nothing some will go dealing
In front of the younger ones amazed by so many bills
The kind of cakes they long to taste
Already resigned to follow the path that is traced for them
They don't even think about fighting
Life is a movie where everyone has a role to play
The problem is that there are too many B series
Too many supporting roles crushed under the weight of the first
Too many models on which they will copy
From their walk to their way of being
Thus they have the impression of opening a window
What is their primary motivation, I don't know
Maybe they like to live purgatory on a daily basis
From an outside perspective, he says, it's not their fault
This time he's right, Hell, it's others.

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