The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude
The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude
The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude
The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude

Vroom-Vroom, there it's Jul who passed
I'm still here, they talk about me in the past
I rap the concrete
You want to redo the weed, let it go
I rear up at three, at two, I hold the handlebars, crook in three liters two
My bag I empty, it was time, I think of you son of
There I'm in it, the Good Lord guides me very often
It's better, I see my friends in a gust of wind
People kiss me, I don't know why
You're there for me, I'm there for you
Whether you're a poor or a rich
Or a guy who has no more family
I represent everyone
From the smallest to the oldest granny
I don't like to lose, I let you win
Talk to me badly on Facebook, I ban you
We were hiding at the tiek', you weren't born
We represent La Puenta, to the Basket
Too many racist words
Too many buddies in court
I liked you, you forgot me overnight like that, classic
I sweated for my pair of Asics, I sweated to have a Féfé
Little fag, you often count the good, but you never count the harm you've done
I'm out of jail, the laces undone, undone
Fuck the mayor and even the prefect, prefect
But tell me who wants to fuck us, fuck?
Enough of these bastards who feel at ease
Unloved by the jealous, I doubt success
Don't complain, it's normal bro that misfortune resurrects
You have to stay lucid, oh yeah I'm hallucinating
He pretends it's blood, he wants to fuck his co-
I'm like a leaf, it falls one day
But it grows back because the sun always rises
For the ghetto people, or stuck in the oven
Be careful if you steal a car, it will attract the cops
Hop, a customer, tablet, each in turn
Big, it's to the one who has the best shit
You hit people who are pitiful
To be the example in the city
Everyone sucks you for nothing
Because you're a big tired
For the crazy, it's death or tchitchi
You don't talk anymore when I'm in di-di
When I'm not well, tell me where you were
You have to defend the team like Umtiti
You can come to the tiek', I'm there
I do rap, not Ju-jitsu
I represent my team who follows me
I tell you I love you, I give kisses
And I manage the team like Zizou
The jealous will say that I pay my views
Because 2016, I drove them crazy
On grandpa, I can't count my albums anymore
By belittling me, they give me publicity
By the way, I fuck all these articles
Anyway soon they won't see me anymore
I'll be far, farther than Antarctica
I don't wear jeans, I'm in tracksuit
To rear up you'll see me in Gold and Platinum at the Victoires de la musique
I stayed humble, for them it's a circus
If tomorrow I do a R1, he tells me "eh I'm going to the cycle" (in balls)
Get ready to aim well if there's trouble
You never know so much tomorrow it goes balls

When I'm at the mic', it relaxes me, I don't know what I think
There are too many fakes who insult me and dance on my sound
You did the traitor it doesn't show, big it's heard
And on the highway I think about everything while going down

The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude
The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude
The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude
The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude
The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude
The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude
The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude
The crisis at the tiek' dude, dude

Vroom-Vroom, there it's Jul who passed
I'm still here, they talk about me in the past
Crisis at the tiek' dude, Ju-Ju-Jul, 2017, we're coming, it's going to blow up on Grandpa, ha

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