We are the Greater Paris
We are the Greater Paris

The suburbs are daisies on a pile of manure
The voices of the ghetto are auto-tuned
Pedal to the metal in all the tunnels
Micro 9mm we're gonna perfume you
My freestyle is the Bloods gang
We annoy you all night like the guys from Nuit Debout
Feel the turning wind arrive in your hood
We take selfies with your highway radars
Give a gun to a man and he'll rob a bank
Give a bank to a man and he'll rob the world
I make the rubber scream on the walls of Matignon
While waiting to hack their accounts
As soon as the heart of a great man stops
Paris names an artery after him
I'm for the Boulevard de la Villette
To be renamed Bouna & Zyed
I'm from Greater Paris without being too Parisian
It's the great replacement of the academicians
I make sound for vegetarian pigs
We celebrate riots like you celebrate All Saints' Day

I've traveled around France like a Bohemian
(From Lille to Marseille via Le Havre)
If you respect history, this flag is mine
(Respect me, I have the color of the brave)
Grandpa defended you, do you remember? (Four years in a Stalag)
My brother assaulted you, that's all you remember
Accept your youth, it has character
Don't you see they want to see Paris on the ground
Not as long as we hang around in its arteries
Not as long as we hang around in its arteries
I arrive in a burkini at a nudist party
I'm the Paris jersey on the back of a southerner
They like to badmouth Sunnis
But we have the fire, we caramelize it
Big up to Brussels, big up to Nice
Those who drive up the A13, those who drive up the A6
It's my life, I make my money, I don't care about racists
So proud to feature on Médine's album

The suburbs influence Paris, Paris influences the world
The 93 influences Paris, Paris influences the world
The Maghreb influences Paris, Paris influences the world
Yes, Africa influences Paris, Paris influences the world

We are the Greater Paris
We are the Greater Paris
We are the Greater Paris
We are the Greater Paris

Let it burn, let it rest in peace, justice
I didn't just light the candle
Your territory is where you piss
They blew up my seat
Human bomb on the A3, A6
Too much traffic, stuck in traffic jams
I rap, the box is glassed like in court
Rage in the eyes, drugs in the pockets
There are the flames we extinguish, there are the fires we stoke
The real women, the whores, the devil in the potions
There are the men, the fragile ones, the rappers, the artists
On the asphalt I turn off my life with a big sound
The street with a big sound, you dodge the orgy, I don't laugh with the hyenas
I'm everywhere, I escape, I don't wait for their bail
Their girls catch like venereal diseases
In the provinces, I am Parisian, I am from the 95 in Paris
We won't stop the suburban hemorrhage even with the Qatari's money

Yeah, the old one makes room, I turn off the Famas
Lahya Hamas, quail-ras mouth slappers
No one to make the determined pass, Damascus
Little brother khalass so that the masseuse lies down
In my street it's war, it's swarming with cops
Brothers fight over native sluts
Just a gesture, a word for the tear gas to shower you
For the raid to touch you
Bam bam bam bam bam bam the public shouts at me:
Achilles rewrites the History of Troy
I'm going to put all their names on my blacklist I think
Between a tiger and a cat it's not just a matter of weight
Bang bam bam bam bam bam
I made it on my own in this, I crumpled everything without a theme
Before the one who crossed you takes you even if you're not Mayweather
You can box anyway, bang
Bakhaw, bakhaw, it details the big potato choco right away ok
I send the backhands to Djoko
You want to talk, you have 5 balls at your feet, you pass the order to Porka
I took the loot, bring us back to Chicago, we're going to shock them
Bang

The quails-ra influence Paname, Paname influences the world
The 93 influences Paname, Paname influences everyone

It's us we're robbing Paris
It's us we're robbing Paris
It's us we're robbing Paris
It's us we're robbing Paris

I come to piss on the Elysée
I take the rain-té come to mark the territory
You speak Chinese: I don't understand
When the money talks they all speak the same language
Khey, sawed-off shotgun, it's going to shit
I enjoy robbing the mirror, khey
Before sitting Marianne on the horn of Africa
So she doesn't tear off the ivories, khey
Glock language, we have more than one bullet
Paris is clean, we do dirty things there
She's good but what a dumbass
The coke in her zen, comes from the port of Le Havre
Until death, damn suburban
Filled my pockets and emptied my bag
We know where all the roads lead
Rome backwards gives "death" V.O.R alive
At the bottom of the block I embarrass Malia Obama's dad
When there are cops one of us can fall like Aaliyah in the Bahamas

Yo, big ball at Z like Lex Luthor
We make money while you sleep
I don't chase the unemployment money
Addicted to guns like Phil Spector
For the inspectors who don't respect us
Play the Winspector, I spit
I sell snow in summer, it's a news item
A strange story for your transistor
I drive in Francis Ford Coppola, nature takes revenge, Canicula
Bring your wife, I'll show you how it's done, Caligula
Before there was 3615 ULLA, today women are worse than Dracula
They're going to suck your blood, even covered in garlic
From Phuket to Paname, I steer the rudder
It's not punchline, it's verbal jousting
I came to hurt you: Bah! Bah! Bah!
I think I need social coverage
I think you need a facial opening

It's us, the Grand Paris
It's us, the Grand Paris
It's us, the Grand Paris
It's us, the Grand Paris

The suburbs influence Paname, Paname influences the world
The suburbs influence Paname, Paname influences the world
The 91 influences Paname, Paname influences the world
Seven Seven the BAC is on patrol, all under the eyes of the Mona Lisa

Smoking Ajax weed
On the asphalt in Asics
In Paris it's tragic
We can't control the trajectory of bullets if you owe money
The 91 influences Paris, Paris influences Hilton
7.7 it brings up the half-ton to the court, there's an autumn air
Haaaan curse the devil
Brothers fall like chestnuts
Crystal Champs-Elysées champagne
Wheel engine to taunt the chickens
I dreamed of being famous like Goya Chantal
Screw the bitchiness I need big heels
Sons of immigrants, we come, we settle
And we hide when it smells like jail
The shock is frontal, the war is global
And like Eto'o I am untamed
Hard dick like a tree trunk
It stinks of shit in the underwear
The street life leaves scars
It's in the hall that the batteries drain
Bullets come out and blood flows

I gave everything for my art, I'm waiting for the results
Between the countrymen and the Paname ultra
Who can claim to rap without taking a Kamasutra position?
No need for charms in 2017
No bling bling: my team is discreet
Not to get screwed by the life of tess
I calculate the duration not the speed
Give me back the mic, I'm not nice
I'm already high but I'm stepping up
I'm so far ahead of the rappers in France
I was already writing this verse in the placenta
Come to my concerts, we don't have the same pit
Get up on stage a bit, we're not the same beasts
Not the same genius, not the same flow
We don't have the same Zenith, not the same show
I don't give a damn, I'm here to break the safe
I win in court, it's a textbook case
Your lawyer is peaceful, your lawyer is lively
But my lawyer is Jewish: Mazel Tov!
It's us the Grand Paris, it's us the Grand Paris
And all the ghetto youth go crazy when you arrive
I move and I run and the troop finds itself at my heels in the crowd
It's a panic movement
Blablabla
I didn't come to chat, besides, I didn't get your bla-bla-jokes
I'm not going to lie to you if I take back my empire
I will never slow down and it could even get worse
It's us the Grand Paris!

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