It starts with wanting to resemble the elders
The coffee bean around the neck
Up to the lizard skin on the feet, we end up ingrained
As soon as we stick our noses out
The years pass
We find ourselves stuck in the same boat
During the day we speak in francs
At night we dream of dollars
By thinking about it too much, many end up in jail
Life is precious, our steps a movie
Every lost brother leaves us crippled
My surroundings formed like a single body
From head men to right arms
No tender feet
Peace to our members
Penetrated by the light
Our hearts only ask to love
But in life there's war
This curse dominates
Many enemies
But among them too many tho-my
We store rage in our abdomens

Shadow men
Shadow men hidden in dark corners
Stuck outside sober places
Shadow men
I am one of these shadow men
With dark thoughts
92 artisanal bomb

Shadow men
Shadow men hidden in dark corners
Stuck outside sober places
Shadow men
I am one of these shadow men
With dark thoughts
92 artisanal bomb

They don't even give us time to drink a Fanta ssis-a
We want numbers to be in our Fantasia
Some work, others place themselves in the sun
Some form gangs of bandits and live off filth or hunts
Dandies, we brandished the
To face the tchitchis who bragged
Bitches' fuss, clean man bitches
We represent today the real ones smell the pure product, here are the worthy authors
Of prohibitions that slam on the Internet out of interest as Sacha would say
One of my brothers to Zed, Mazalaza, it's a (?) for the khos
The thin, the fat, the victims and the pros
Shadow men, man

Shadow men
Shadow men hidden in dark corners
Stuck outside sober places
Shadow men
I am one of these shadow men
With dark thoughts
92 artisanal bomb

Shadow men
Shadow men hidden in dark corners
Stuck outside sober places
Shadow men
I am one of these shadow men
With dark thoughts

If it doesn't work I'll stop
Write on my pages with the barrette
I come from outside everything I touch becomes gold
And then it's
Annoying to exhaust oneself for nothing
You don't understand or what?
I have other things to do renoi
Theft and all that I dropped
Prefer tours
But if you don't buy my records brother
I should go back
I don't want to and it takes my head, it inflates me
I want ingots and then a whore next to me when I snore
Move to New York City
Leave the Hauts-de-Seine
Money device in the objective, son
Six million dollars or francs
I don't care to be frank
You know, as long as I have cash money
And at school they told me to read
Wanted to teach me that I was free
Go fuck yourself you and your books
We manage the
Negros of the crouilles
Balls, troubles and too many cell numbers
Listen, they destroyed me, deported from Goree
While the sows have litters of pigs
Gold and silver
My crew, my clan, my agents
The cold of chrome on the leg
Look the world is shot
I don't give a race because
I know it's going to jump to Alaska
I am one of these shadow men
With dark thoughts
92 artisanal bomb

Shadow men
Shadow men hidden in dark corners
Stuck outside sober places
Shadow men
I am one of these shadow men
With dark thoughts
92 artisanal bomb

Shadow men
Shadow men hidden in dark corners
Stuck outside sober places
Shadow men
I am one of these shadow men
With dark thoughts
92 artisanal bomb

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