Notre Dame watches, the pressure drops, the nights awaken
The same ordinary people as the night before, dive, seek love, flee the bitter oblivion
Some have what it takes to explode or play the rich guys
To impress but without a checkbook, it's a failure on the chessboard
Dressed poorly, there's no chance of charming a charming woman
You have to get rich and fast, even if it costs a lot (a lot)
Chen(?) casts a spell, we throw ourselves or we think
Sometimes at the end of the chains there are burdens, it's better to go home bitter

Here the cops know, in the cars the young people pump the sonograph
I'm a photographer developing clichés on a phonograph
Dream of slamming the squirrel on Davso street, I'm the bastard
The white sauce stain on a façade
Disgusting like life for sure we do tours on the center
The harbs pursue and all the thieves run, sure
The Cours Ju', the restaurants full to bursting
The university square and over there the young people are all ready to explode

Rogaye, I fly to Mars, without rail, stay on track
And buddy never forget we get out of the caves the dope
Not having cigarettes on the south side they show me gratitude
Gratitude for the full ford scuite
MARSEILLE AT NIGHT makes you think more than that
Don't worry soon we're going to mess up the news
The old ones come back to the galaud watch out mic chamalo
Our hard dicks censor here it is run at a gallop hey

Listen to this long live rap cousin, I'm up to date scratch some ecus
Italian full of starchy foods pasta and heavy past
Hip hop backpacker the street is full of cut-throats
But I stand up in front of the shop like a Corsican in front of his bar
I drag the reputation of Mars on my shoulders
These kids who hang out in the street, these kids who go to school
And those who play the killers, the Flanagan the followers
IAM is like Michael Jacks on the mic it's THRILLER

If I spend my time writing, describing my time
Climbing towards nirvana we look for smiles
Montana far from bandits near the starving
No more truce, we break your omertas
When the sun sets the pouoch who turn the mouths close
Some rebels lie down the notches get stuck touch
The bad regenerates the embers
Dose that we weigh never we run away English style

Notre Dame watches, the pressure drops, the nights awaken, the same ordinary people as the night before
Dive, seek love, flee the bitter oblivion
Some have what it takes to explode or play the rich guys
To impress but without a checkbook it's a failure on the chessboard
Dressed poorly, there's no chance of charming a charming woman
You have to get rich and fast, even if it costs a lot (a lot)
Chen(?) casts a spell, we throw ourselves or we think
Sometimes at the end of the chains there are burdens, it's better to go home bitter

Luck, we work on it think, XXX the movement
And dance the day, the evening it's not the same batch
Cousin is quit unroll at my place knife crossed
Watch out for the whores hidden under the cross
Nothing trivial everything is done in couss we all are chauvinistic
The one who knows, I give you a kiss
I come out of the bush, now I give my thumb to mine
MDLR brother that's what pushes me
Suspicious of our attitudes, yours far from plenitude
In full study, out of there, life becomes rough

Here are the guys from a seasoned team, welded like the Baader gang
Faithful to Kader's chicken
I work with night owls like red square
The red square late we eat late around there are no kids
5 35 windows down
In case of a blow the neighborhood quickly finds itself down
I was hanging out with François in the turf brother
Belsunce at night C H I L L since the time of the smurf brother

Too much shit, too much shit at night too much skin you fear you punish
Too many united beats on Mars we smile
In the street my friend every step has its importance
Think luck is not always there in the caves the(?) sleeves(?)
Board, like our brothers dive into trance for a wad of bills
My verses it's fat
I change the step of lived into fat sound
My social security, we start counting in ecus

On the mic it's chill's from the house for ragga
While I rap friends catch prey estoufaga
They squint at me squint like zofine, this city is like a sing sing
I taught times that of spirits full of nothingness
But when you think about it son there are too many traces there is too much dirt
But too much space dive into the flow, brass coulée the summer too classy
Chill cousin hut minute
A glass of pine nut tea in hand, I count the minutes; and I'm bored

Notre Dame watches, the pressure drops, the nights awaken, the same ordinary people as the night before
Dive, seek love, flee the bitter oblivion
Some have what it takes to explode or play the rich guys
To impress but without a checkbook it's a failure on the chessboard
Dressed poorly, there's no chance of charming a charming woman
You have to get rich and fast, even if it costs a lot (a lot)
Chen(?) casts a spell, we throw ourselves or we think
Sometimes at the end of the chains there are burdens, it's better to go home bitter

Caught in the gears of rage for my buddies
Guy never forget we get out of the caves
It's for our brothers from the street
All the neighborhoods of Mars it's IAM
Always there Imperial Asiatic Men Man
Always there we persist
A puzzle

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