The noise of the blocks in the basements
The sound of the glocks in the dirty undersides
The voice of the prosecutor when you're all alone
Since you've been shaking dirty hands

The old man of the blocks loses his compass
Brother, we don't want to hit you
We're not afraid of the traitor, I saw him born
You only have one letter that's still not in your alphabet
We have the address, get it
Big guy, I press the trigger without the booze
We're aiming at the snitch of the hood
Embers in the eyes, I fuck her without the kiss
My brother, how did you feel?
Behind your counterfeit Balmain
When the boss said "it's the Honda, not the fairy tale"
You do it, or I do it
I'm in front of his safe but it's not the right one
There are values in there supposedly
We want to be on time for the coal
I get up on time for the death trap

There are 300 grams in the Pampers
Impact on the ground, I make them dance
I have my exit at the gates of Antwerp
I don't have a plan B, I only have plan Cs

The noise of the blocks in the basements
The sound of the glocks in the dirty undersides
The voice of the prosecutor when you're all alone
Since you've been shaking dirty hands
Yesterday you crossed victims
Tomorrow you fall on dark people
Tomorrow you fall on dream teams
Who won't listen to your songs
The noise of the blocks in the basements
The sound of the glocks in the dirty undersides
The voice of the prosecutor when you're all alone
Since you've been shaking dirty hands

Big guy, it's death or justice
We're all armed for the armistice
We're hungry, mate, I'm at 555, I see 666 (I seek refuge in Allah)
And you did well to shut your mouth
Let Mozart speak
A forensic scientist, a chalk in the concrete, no sketches
The crocodile is bitten, big guy, it's not the Beaux-Arts
Fight juice, spit out the dough
Until it makes you want to cough
And for the coast guards of the Rif
I let balloons float like Little Thumb
I have the rich men who are blamed
In case of dispute are capable
But there are no more brothers, no more sisters
There's no more family record when there's 10 years on the table
The Wess Wess arrives by FedEx, we give the go by a text
You wanted to keep your plate, so we set up restaurants

There are 300 grams in the Pampers
Impact on the ground, I make them dance
I have my exit at the gates of Antwerp
I don't have a plan B, I only have plan Cs

The noise of the blocks in the basements
The sound of the glocks in the dirty undersides
The voice of the prosecutor when you're all alone
Since you've been shaking dirty hands
Yesterday you crossed victims
Tomorrow you fall on dark people
Tomorrow you fall on dream teams
Who won't listen to your songs
The noise of the blocks in the basements
The sound of the glocks in the dirty undersides
The voice of the prosecutor when you're all alone
Since you've been shaking dirty hands

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