Hagoun, you knew
Hagoun, eh

Oullins gave back his balls, Salah wraps up, Fula distracts
Where blows are lost, the big ones cast spells on me like at Hogwarts
I take off, I hope, I dodge the blade blows
I come out of my bubble, I'm with the world in my head in immersion
There's a lot of tears to piss, the blood flows
Raise the black flags, tell them that with a snorkel, my sound is listened to
The truth will drive us mad, the owl fucks everything it doesn't kill
Reinforcements from the lightning, from the loudspeaker, I tell truths (truths)
Global virus, fear holds us up until further notice
Where the media elite fit together like Russian dolls
I found gold while looking for shit
Condemned from the uterus, I see kids defying death while waiting for the sea
It leaves a bitter taste, I have the soul of an old bluesman
I see these rappers thinking they're Joaquin Guzman
I have the faith of twelve monks, I pray they miss their plan
Too many multi-syllables, am I the blackest of white rappers?
Not football stadium music
I write with vein ink in a shooting room
We'll do the concert behind the good zones
Back in the cage, the test is positive like Johnny Bond Johns
On fire, I have big things, dude, it's Bors' talking
I just went to get some cigarettes, I just hit "pause"
I left them the mic, it caught some mycoses
All gold disc, God bless China and Migos' flow
Still fucked up from the night before
I'm like the French president, I have the ass of the old woman
The powder has spoken, no one will retort
The bass is too heavy and you're struggling to twerk
Phrases, drugs and bitches, it's endearing
The era fucks as many blacks as the police and the Kardashian sisters
The era fucks as many blacks as the police and the Kardashian sisters

We're back to lift the pit without them leading the score
Had to keep in shape, get back to sport
Here to disturb, make the crowd sing
So I plugged in the rap, triggered the lightning
Take back what is due down to every penny
And every word we put out, it's Brazil against Argentina
It's Bors' and the Assassin, the force is deployed
We leave the stage, the room is cleaned

Make rap to break my voice (pah)
For the city, not for the parasols, always delivered to oneself, no need for Amazon
They play with fire, some abuse women
Very few assume, many burn and blame the flames (yeah)
They talk about delinquency as a taboo subject
Bro, when we hope for the rain to fall, we have to manage the mud
Always want to rap (yeah) always a big lon-pi
Peace kidnapped, too many doves are in Colombia (rah)
Don't compare my crack with CBD (eh)
Don't compare my rap with all these-
I arrive with my clique and the parents panic
I know some bastards, it's not Florent Pagny (ouh)
Concrete and gas, buddy, that's the drama (that's the drama)
No need for a dirty woman to be in dirty sheets
Believe me, I have nothing to do with these young schlags
My death will be the death of punchline sites (pah, pah, pah)
We walk with weapons, word of an attacker
Look, they fill nightclubs, I fill glove boxes (pah, pah, pah)
They talk about my failures, yet, I have a sweet life
The falling tree makes more noise than the growing forest (eh)
I'll keep writing if there's nothing to eat
I'm like women when they park, I have trouble tidying up (eh-eh)
We lost loved ones, untempered pains
Boy's life, that's all we wanted to bury
Brother (brother) the more problems are present (the more problems are present)
The more poems are pleasant
91, I specify, it's not the world of teddy bears
I would have to sleep at the dry cleaner's to wash away suspicions

We're back to lift the pit without them leading the score
Had to keep in shape, get back to sport
Here to disturb, make the crowd sing
So I plugged in the rap, triggered the lightning
Take back what is due down to every penny
And every word we put out, it's Brazil against Argentina
It's Bors' and the Assassin, the force is deployed
We leave the stage, the room is cleaned

Tchi-tchit
Eh-eh-eh
Mr. Bors'
S.I.N.I.K.

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