If I need to rap, I have my two balls, I have my che-bou
If there are stares, I have my cap
If there are drops, I have my ste-ve
These bastards made me angry, on me Salamon or Palace
With messy hair
An urban knight observer on the battlefield (for real)
Big hoods, we are always in the plural
On a scooter or on foot, several in a room
It schemes, it doesn't listen, it smokes, it redoes the tons-car
I studied their cases well, in rap, they don't have my quarter
I dodge the pigeons and the gue-sch'
On the mic, it splashes with the mouth
The time and the joints turn, I'm going to leave soon
Gotta fill the joints, dodge the right lane and the cars

I'm in my cellar and I mature like good wine
I make tracks to convince myself
Sometimes I go out, now I'm in the tro-m'
I filled myself with artifacts, don't get caught by the fans
I keep a distance because it can mess up, matrix a man
Mental solid as marble, the flow that wets like the Rhône
I'm high like the kho, fuck a racist plus his daughter
Fuck your opinion in the process, I'm good ché-ca in the crowd
I walk as if I'm wanted
So that no one comes to bother me
I'm good in skets-ba, in Birks
In Clarks, in cellars, in parks, hun
I have my structure, I count my shares
I manage my D.A and my money, big-up to Zeu, big-up to those from the start
A hand extended to another, that's how you help a brother
Bro, I'll never let go of the steak, here are the plans we develop
Now, I'm in Paname, I'm in the North
I'm still not on a compass
It gets messed up, I'm still not in a label
Or in a cage, don't put me in any box

Not the same trajectory, we rap in the same direction
We aim for the same trajectory, huh
Not the same trajectory, we rap in the same direction
We aim for the same trajectory, mmh

The ieds-p attached to solid ground, slightly sectarian
I need to find my té-c'-zer, I need té-mon with my brothers
We know how to be silent, we rap on it, that's how we practice
Coffee or joint, everyone has their wake-up, choose your side
I chose my plan well, I know where I'm going, where I come from
One more dose, it coughs, we are all ien-b
At twelve or alone, I don't brag
I'm far from the Stats, the stars and the competition
In the eye, I have a compass
In the throat, I have big flames
I rap until the melody calms down, han, han

I'm for real, it looks like I'm rapping orders
On the organ, on the waves
I'm for real, I won't tell you twice
Whoever you are
I'm focused, I'm not drunk at night
My demons in my ear, I wait for them in the ring
I have the passion that damages
I'm happy, I have her hand in my hair
Her perfume on my clothes, hun
An urban knight observer on the battlefield

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