Han (grr) in the back of the crowd, often low-key and chill
There are a bunch of MCs for whom I have little respect
I speak concretely, you speak in streams
We don't know you so speak in 'seille
If you're shady, you speak in-

I like vintage stuff, old-school logos
Spaghetti number 5, very little respect for the lopes-sa
I don't like people after the concert
Filmed shout-outs, I never really got the concept
Hun, I like her look on mine
When she loves me and means it, it's obvious
Me too, I show her, it's obvious
My phrasing against a gun, it's equal
Your rap against mine, it flops
You have a rusty flow, arid, stop
Mine, it wets, it splashes you
It can even quench your thirst

I start, the grinder emptied, head full of ideas (it fills up)
I left quickly, I needed air
You didn't get CVA, I don't care if I have to redo it
Well, I'll redo it, hmm
I enjoyed making choruses for the res-fré

(Especially, it's the first sound) (yeah)
(Then the drums come in, you see?) (Totally)

I rap and the noose tightens, in these dry times the inspiration comes
Let us dream for a short moment
I do it fully, even if I don't know if it's the right one
And I think too much about the album, add another dose
My brain needs to evaporate in these vapors
One shot my takes like Jay-Z, a whore contract, we decline it

Ask Martin, hun
If I did the tain-p', hun (ask)
You're not at her place, you're waiting
She sees me on stage, I'm in her head (I'm in)
Under amnesia, don't try to fool me
A parka, two homies, outside we're freezing
In summer, we throw them (brr)

The less I say, the more I do, the gent-ar
The less I talk about it, the more I do
The less I say, the more I know, the gent-ar
The less I talk about it, the more I do, han
The less I say, the more I do, the gent-ar
The less I talk about it, the more I do (the more I do, pff)
(The more I do) the less I say, the more I know, the gent-ar
The less I talk about it, the more I do (you get it?)

Given the bags under my eyes, I deserve some badass vacations
Always at té-c' like his cons' and Max, my heart and mine
The flowers and the graves, the cars and the plane trees (poh)
Weird, this atmosphere, a second brother who betrayed me
We had shaken hands
More suspicious since that day, he jumped with both feet
He was a brother, not a pigeon (he jumped)

Stealthy movements, hun
In the crowd, I'm invisible
As VM would say, for real, it's a missile
Han, han (pff)

The less I say, the more I do, the gent-ar
The less I talk about it, the more I do (mmh)
The less I say, the more I know, the gent-ar
The less I talk about it, the more I do (mmh)
The less I say, the more I do, the gent-ar
The less I talk about it, the more I do (han-han)
The less I say, the more I know, the gent-ar
The less I talk about it, the more I do

And that sums it up well
The point really, for real

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