By the way, ah

I'm wishing a good day to all the purists
And even to those who have snot under their nose
To those who unite just to see their life burn away
When you have no plan for the future, no need to consult
The only plant that interests you is under your UV lamp
Cultivating greed, more money, more problems
Then I don't have the gift of ubiquity
The more liquidity you have, the more you forget who you were
You lose the notion of everything when you can afford the unlimited
I light my cigarettes with an amulet, so superstitious I am
I'll deflower you with a crossbow, I'm super vicious
I'm going to mystify you, smoke you like a Rastafarian
Stop telling your life, we all know it's a masquerade

A vast scam like a kick fight between legless people
In my team, we recruit you, even the worst surpasses you
If you claim to be a lion, cousin I'm going to zoophilize you
If you claim to be a rooster, I'm going to chicken-fillet you
Both the Ying and the Yang, my music is mixed
I change style with each title, you try to credit yourself
Ok ok, I kill you without warning, I'm a coconut tree
I leave aside the vocoder so you can decode me
And no I don't have just two sides, I'm not just a simple copy paste
A whole swarm to support me, don't judge breasts by the neckline, no
If you discredit me for my catchy choruses
Well, a little advice go see your doctor because

In my opinion it's serious
I accept being judged since I spread my life
My passion for music is visceral
L.E.D.É., triple two-headed
I'm a miserable
I try to be honest but my voice is hoarse
I should already know myself a little in detail
But I have six times more work and yeah six times more work
Triple two-headed

Cousin, check the mine, I'm a graduate of rhyme
I could do it in Lingala, people would still be unanimous
I handle words a minimum so if you compare me to a mime
Try to read between the lines, just to catch my delirium
I'm waiting for my vintage, I'm waiting for my platinum records
My limousine That all of Belgium hallucinates

I'm a bit gone, a bit tired
After two-three spliffs, I communicate with Nas
He says he's tired of people talking about Illmatic
When people talk to him about it, he replies "suck my dick"
I tell him that's not really very nice
And if I give you the finger, it's for the symbolism

Polish my dick don't stigmatize me
You're panicking, accept my dictate
I don't wear makeup, each of my phases is real
Band of sheep, I'm the wolf who comes to attack the flock
I don't need your New Year's gifts, your poisoned hugs
I just walk with the help of a few enthusiasts
Don't come if I didn't call you
I'm shaping my style, yours is rationed
A thousand apologies for the damage I've caused
I'm L.E.D.É., no need to mention it
But you still have the right to judge me, to suck me
To whisper low masses
Knowing that I fucked your sister, for a few pesetas
She's become wild
Stuck on the 17th floor in a fucking elevator
So if you're a fucking bitch, you want to catch diseases
In exchange for a little cash, call me

Yeah, if you're a fucking bitch, you want to catch diseases
In exchange for a little cash, call me
Yeah, if you're a fucking bitch, you want to catch diseases
In exchange for a little cash, call me

In my opinion it's serious
I accept being judged since I spread my life
My passion for music is visceral
L.E.D.É., triple two-headed
I'm a miserable
I try to be honest but my voice is hoarse
I should already know myself a little in detail
But I have six times more work
And yeah six times more work, triple two-headed

I'm afraid my head will explode
I'm afraid of missing something
That my dreams won't come true
That my buddies won't bite
Faya faya burn them, if the system has fucked you
But I'm right in the middle of it
Just fuck the school and the people
But honestly, we'll talk about it in twenty years
Because, in my opinion, it's serious
You fuck the system, zarma, you deal
In front of all your friends, you act strong but alone, you ramble
The more you dream of white sand the more you move away from the shore

In my opinion it's serious
I accept being judged since I spread my life
My passion for music is visceral
L.E.D.É., triple two-headed
I'm a miserable
I try to be honest but my voice is hoarse
I should already know myself a little in detail
But I have six times more work
And yeah six times more work, triple two-headed

Who the fuck is this?
Who the fuck is this?
Who the fuck is this?
Who the fuck is this?

Who the fuck is this?

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