Sometimes, I feel like a cactus in a field of roses
A bomb that never explodes
Mic', track, prose, all that was missing was a just cause
Yeah, sometimes life hangs by a thread, I got that early
Either you taste the best honey, or the cup of sake
I throw a part of myself into my notebooks
The rest adorns my skin
I see you smile, but no, I'm not talking about the knives in my back
I come from a place where fists spoke more than bullets and
Where the Nepalese calmed everyone, lying there until morning
Don't think I was born with everything, even if I lacked nothing
We know there's always a way, you know the young dogs
Hard life, it was school, you had to respect the codes
Never snitch on friends, or it became physical
That's my background but I'm only giving you a tiny part
Rap warrior, text written with the ink of my guts
And sometimes the human being eclipses and I can't do anything about it
Bruce Banner style, survival path through anger
Valyrian steel mind, now I know, it took
Two years to mourn, damn, you don't know what I contain
I free my heart, a little, every night on stage
Sweat masks my tears
And during concerts, joy replaces pain
I have as many weapons as written phrases
I could withstand a siege, thwart their traps with every verse
Fighter and strategist
Gentle with my kids and tough with my enemies
Even if the sound takes a pause, I'm still a fierce opponent
Smile outside, when you're a mess inside, I know how to do it
I know how to silence my pain, so I spit out healing verses
Dry out my salivary glands, I rap to shake the universe
I rap because a tiger and a rōnin, in me, are at war
That's what these beats I eviscerate are for
I must keep control, I know many are watching me
And teeth, fists, I clench, no
The last cork must not pop
Otherwise, the last rampart will fall and the beast will emerge

Yeah, rap warrior (hip hop), rap warrior (yeah)
Rap warrior (hip hop), rap warrior (hits like a mace)

Those days when, my throat tightens
I write a poem, mine left me love under the Christmas tree
My father told me "it will serve you, son
To tell the difference between a girl and a hooker with Moët"
Not ready for fame, I had a hard time managing
Anxiety quickly gripped my throat and the problems had to be digested
All directions, so my mic' whispered "that's enough chill, go ahead, kill"
I walked on the moon with my blood mixed white and blue
Surviving in front of the steel that spits fire
See the sheet as therapy, the ink sweats like real rapids
That rush down and reveal the grinta in the eyes
I have five lives, I could tell so many things, my tears
I collect them and drink them at the mic when I pose
They wanted to lift me, their brains were too slow
I'm the delicate student who carries a violent baggage
They buried us, all those guys from the Bercy circle
Taking off a drone that hovers above our funerals
Storytelling, jet of scoria
Resurrected to crucify all their favorite rappers
A mass of weaknesses that crosses the flames with the mind
And draws from the figures this damn monumental strength
Listen, I'm not, no, I don't serve as cattle
You don't come back from the depths of Hell if you're not made of metal
There are days when it's so bitter in my cup
That I have a hard time containing myself, keeping a smile on the facade
You don't pass your weight on to others, it's sabotage
A sacred defeat like wanting to box the Victory of Samothrace (oh)
It's just fake (it's just fake)
It's just false (it's just false)
It's not life (it's not life)
It's just rap (it's just rap)
It's just the time to vandalize these few thirty-two bars
I lead my life in silence, stuck between two pages

(Need a break)

Uh, rap warrior (hip hop), rap warrior (yeah)
Rap warrior (hip hop), rap warrior

Hits like a mace

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