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(Too much TV)Not be that easy ‘cos I know the world needs meKnocking over bottles of water; I tell you; save yourself from the horrorHope that you live tomorrow…Here’s my sorrow for all the fallen soldiers[Verse 3 : Carnage]… Slapping emcees, tell ‘em all to look the other way that we’ll be flipping when I’ve gone with Eyedea and friends; we’re in the motherfucking houseWe need to kick it like; that, I - flip - that - shit - I - bust - so - many - stylesMove - it - back - here - pull forth from the back when I attack the whack I -Slap the whack back with a motherfucking Gat when I blast…Never will they last doing the task before they ride their bike home; respect the laugh -Respect the wrathDead or be kicking motherfuckers are ending up in a bloodbath[Eyedea](Wow)It feels good to be right on the towel; face down, put the bass down now[Verse 4 : Kristoff Krane]Where’s the answer?Can I walk in?Get a chance to, get your mind?And expand to; “Shit, I’m ugly”Feeling handsomeWhat can I say God from my grandma?

Be nice, GeorgeI was hoping it would be a series of threeFour at the mostYou have to pay a price, GeorgeI have touted your work from the beginning, you know thatThey like to give advice, GeorgeYou were really on to something with these light machines once Don't think about it twice, GeorgeNow they're just becoming more and more about less and lessI disagreeDon't get me wrongYou're a talented guyBut there are new discoveries to be made, GeorgeBe new, GeorgeThey'll tell you 'til they're blue, GeorgeYou're new or else you're through, GeorgeAnd even if it's true, GeorgeYou do what you can doBit by bitPutting it togetherPiece by pieceWorking out the vision night and dayAll it takes is time and perseveranceWith a little luck along the wayPutting in a personal appearanceGathering supporters and adherentsBut he combines all these different trendsMapping out the right configurationStarting with a suitable foundationHe's an originalWas...

What you're about to see is a crime story, but it's also a human story, set in a scaryAmerica many of us don't knowThuggin' and buggin' and duckin' police Walk like a boss when you runnin' the streetsKeep movin' discreet, two bricks a week You can get touched, don't care who out ofreach When you wholesalin' get it cheapNever thought I'd be the nigga to meet I heard that sleep was the cousin of deathI got some cousins that kill in their sleep I heard that trust overpowers the lovePills, powder, and bud Mine on my market, I'm ready to floodCause I know some junkies that's richer than plugsFork in the road and I'm pickin' it up Put it in the pot while they're whippin' it upPull it off the lot and I'm switchin' it upAin't riskin' enough til' my wrist is in cuffsBitch, don't even know where I liveSide bitch gave me keys to the cribGot a new bitch, now I don't know what I doBut it's why I feel comfortable restin' my headGot some homies that left me for deadGot some hoes that left me for breadKnow what I know cause I heard what they saidCocky with Glocky, it go to your headAt best you should go get a new hobbyBaby, I'm with the shit like a pottyMy nephew wanna catch him a bodyI bet you couldn't get left in the lobbyShe wanna fuck cause the way that I moveShark in the water, I stay in the poolBig Daddy Kane, operation is smoothIf nobody talk, it's no way that we loseShake up the room, burnt brown at the base of the spoonTurn down, I'ma wake up the goon likeThese niggas takin' from boom rightSeen weed dealers turn coke dealersSeen coke dealers turn arm dealersSeen pimp niggas turn politiciansWatch perch snatchers turn palm fillersSo the streets gon' change youTry to remand you, police restrain youAll them chains do, get entangledTalkin' names, you gettin' strangledHard to breathe from the smoke, thickThick as thieves to you culpritsDEA found four bricks, two sticks90 years, no splitsAnd they wanna pin you for some mo' shitAnd the fiend switch, you want some ho shitCause he actin' like he don't know shitWhen the truth is, it ain't your shit, no shitIt's a different type of actionWhen it's fittin' all inside of the dopeGet a different type of stackinYou can't fit it all inside of your coatThe streets is a joke, I ain't jokinCause these people ain't broke, but they brokenAnd I know I need hope, so I'm hopinI close my account before they see it openCause the IRS wanna tax a niggaMeanwhile, judge wanna max a niggaHow is justice blind when she watch a niggaLook at all the times she throw at a niggaIf I speak my mind, then I'm actin' bitterI ain't write the story, I just paint the picturePeace gone, so this peace song runninRecon, make em reconsiderWith this carbon inside my apartmentCocaine stain all in the carpetWe got the scale outta targetNow it's junkie lines in the complexSellin' dope like it was a contestLyrically, I'm a bomb threatLet this verse be the proof of conceptI got RDX in my contextCoulda been an engineer, but pressure from his peersMade em' all appear, push of the yearYeah, ain't no room for fearWhen we make it here, please don't take it thereWe ain't playin' fair yeaThe trap what made emSo the pastor couldn't save emAnd the death doesn't faze emSo the money don't amaze emWorkin' feel like he's slavinPower got him misbehavinGot a eighth grader shootin' dopeCouldn't find a junkie, so he just made oneDamn, mama relapseAnd he bought her the pack, got a strap in his lapAs he try to relax in his trapMovin' tax, they trackin' his tracksHe don't know how to rap, he just know how to rapBricks on bricks, Michael JacksonThis is it, Janet Jackson nipples slipGet a grip, he slick as RickDouble dip and triple flipGovernment is gettin' hitLovin' it, he livin' itCatchin' time for pitchin' itGettin' coffers, gettin' richEven though he did this shitLawyer fight, he innocentJudges with grudges, who's havin' the angerYou double their budgetCapitalism, ain't no one above itSteak dinners, make a sinner to shove itFuck it, How can materialismFeel like imperialismThey gave me a sale for things that they gave me to sellExplain who really the victimI wanna prevail as precious the systemHelp him excel and try to uplift himGoin' through hell for heaven's existenceAnswers I yell, but nobody listenListen, am I wastin' my timeGivin' pearls to these ungrateful swineAnd one eye in the land of the blindI still gotta take it to say that it's mineMamas are cryin' and babies are dyinAnd shots are flyin' and soldiers are cryinThe war is goin' on outsideDon't get caught behind them enemy linesI'm tryin', but this the type of shit I'm onI might give a kite to get him goneI'm like, kill him right, he livin' wrongPimpin' like we Bishop DonGotta get cream, my niggas is kingsMy bitches is queens that swallow their dreamsTo follow the fiends, it's not what it seemsJust hollows and beams, you not on the teamThen you on the opposite sideMake your decision, you hopped in the rideKnew they was spinnin', you not gonna slideMeditate, you'll feel better insideKevin Gates, I don't never get tiredHeaven gates, I might never resideCause we compensate, though the devil may lieEven if it fails, it better we trySeedin' my future from past mistakesFeelin' myself like I masturbateBroke down to pound, even bag to shakeHustlin' so everything has to waitFuck strugglin', we bubble past the hateBlast the tape till my casket breakI got the world in a drastic stateCause I drop the dope that they capsulateWe master great, now look it upWhen I cook it up, you know I hook it upSmall plays in a world full of giantsHow I mix in medicine, it's a scienceBlack and defiant, makin' like 10,000 hoursCause he put in like 10,000 hoursAll that money, respect, then the powerIn the ghetto, still killed by a cowardDamnStill sellin' thatYou know I'm sellin' thatStill sellin' thatYeah, I'm sellin' thatDo you needSellin' thatStill sellin' thatYeah, I'm sellin' thatC-O-C-A-I-N-EAny BodyElse done, lost they mind for thisI'm outta control and even though it's in my soulI ain't got time for it, I'd rather sell blowLet another rifle unloadTo pay my momma rent and do grimy shit like crimeCommit my consciousness, first commonsenseYou on to it, off of itGhetto done took my confidenceCause everyone broke like promisesExcept the people sellinC-O-C-A-I-N-EBody got a lot of bodyShoddy ridin' shoddyIf Illuminati let me in the partyI'm a kamikazeGo thru versus problyJones is never jollyI am not a rancher, noI am not a happy camperStill pimpin' on a dancerAllen Iverson, I need to answerWhy we act like niggas in the camerasI am just an emotional cancerLife a bitch and I'm about to transferDroppin' this shit and I might need a pamperAnd it's all like I got domesticOnce you wish, we take it in to rest itI manifest it, it's off the checklistGotta respect it, let's get 40 acres and a muleYou a baby or a foolEither way, God is protectin' youEven nobody neglectin' youThis a message to the rest of youJust let me do what I'm meant to doIf you hearin' it, it's meant for youIf you feelin' lost, I'm sent for youStill, Jonsey got it for the low-skiFood in the bag like groceriesGotta be cool when niggas approach meGeorge Santos, do you really know me?

J'suis né poussière et je repartirai poussièreEt le soleil se levera en même temps que la misère frèreT'es parti, t'étais là devant moi à me parler de "ya Rebi"Tu venais de te mettre à faire ta ière-priQue Dieu te préserves des châtimentsAprès la vie c'est autrement et la rue perd ses monumentsPerd ses valeurs, perd ses principesPerd son respect de la discipline dans l'illiciteLes peines s'alourdissent des assises aux cercueilsUn article en page faits divers, une Hajja en deuilLes femmes de la famille autour pour la soutenirDu chagrin de son fils qu'elle a vu sortirPour plus jamais revenirParti trop tôt, sans dire au revoir à la famille, aux potosUne lumiere éteinte dans le ghettoEn souvenir que des photosEncore plus triste en vidéoLes quartiers désunis se réunissentPour saluer ta mémoireÉnumérer tes qualités, raconter tes histoires partagées avec toiJe m'étais pas rendu compte à quel point j'tenais à toiEt c'est toujours comme ca, ton visage et ta voix me hantent frèreTa personnalité me manqueOn était pas du même milieu, t'étais plus vieuxC'est peut être pour ça qu'on s'appréciait mieuxT'étais prêt à tout pour moiAu point de cartonner en bécane en venant bouger pour moiEn rap t'écoutait que moiJ'ai pas vu ta mille-faQue Dieu les protège, j'suis dégouté de moiQue Dieu me pardonneSoubhanallah à quel point les épreuves peuvent affaiblir un hommeC'est tout ce que j'regretteMais sur le Coran de la MecqueQue j'étais là sans y êtreMais c'est Dieu qui veutParler de toi me fait rougir les yeuxToujours une doua pour ton âme, j'espère te revoir dans les cieuxT'étais un grand Monsieur, respecté même par la police, courageuxBeau gosse comme ton filsMalgré le train de vie, tu le ramenais faire du poneySi on refusait pas t'allais tout nous donnerSavais pas lire mais avec toi on apprenaitUn mec fiable, juste un regard on s'comprenaitToujours le sang froid, jamais froid aux yeuxHabile aux têtes à queue, aux roues arrièresMême à deux, du 9-4 au 9-2J'm'en bas les douilles qu'il était dangereuxD'marcher avec toi à cause des embrouillesOn insulte pas un mort, qu'il soit bon ou mauvaisDans mon camp ou dans le tien, qu'ils reposent en paixLà où ils sont ils pensent plus à la vieEt s'ils pouvaient revenir ce serait pour gagner leur place au ParadisOn s'entre-fume et c'est le système qui nous met à dosJ'rends hommage aux nhommes-bo comme Arafat ou NordoQue Dieu les préserve du feu de l'EnferC'est pire que de sentir qu'on va mourir, qu'on peut rien faireQuand j'sentais qu't'allais mal et qu't'enchainais les jointsJ'improvisais un freestyle qui te redonnait le moralJ'ai perdu beaucoup de gens, la plupart violemmentPour des histoires de manque de respect ou d'argentOu d'accidents alcoolisés ou d'overdosesLa mort met tout l'monde d'accord, fait oublier les causesSoit tu relativises, pètes les plombs ou t'laisses allerJ'pleure pas mais mon écriture est saléeTous ceux qui ont perdu leur frère, leur soeur, leur père, leur mamanLeurs enfants sous les décombres des bombardementsLoin de la vie de Paris tout se passe comme Dieu a ditQue doit être la souffrance?

Я заварил этот чай, кисло?!Тут когда на баттле с Молдовой - 4 лимона,эй! ЧСВ, *б твою мать - это ЧСВ, ты не делаешь грайм,Ты не делаешь рЭп, ты делаешь рЕп,через Е, петух!

Like quick, quick as hell type shitLike seven eight songs," so, uh, first nigga who I, goddamn, end up talking toWas, uh, Latrell Ja-, of course TU, you know I'm sayin'Shout out the nigga Tu, manUm, and he got on board with it, and LatrellUh, Latrell James, Tedd Boyd and their sister LilahUh, she pulled up, they all pulled up to the studioAnd, um, was playing beats and shit, and, uh I got a couple ideas, like that nightSo then from there we ran with it, you know I'm sayin', soShout out to them for that shit, so, did that, umTu laced, goddamn, the beat, uh, what was the, what's theWhat's the beat, goddamn, uh "Popular Demand"So, we did "Popular Demand", umSk, my nigga, SK, man, shout out SK, he got up, came through with a beatUh, Scalez of course, Scalez and DG, my niggasUm, Rahki, uh, man, my nigga, Rahki, goddamn, came through with two them guysMan, you know, that's my nigga, he has some shit on, uhThe Last project and shit, uh, Nkosi and WARASurprisingly, goddamn, WARA, goddamn, you know I meanThese niggas, goddamn, pulled up and, uhNksoi had the pack, man, Nkosi got heat, so y'all fuck with him tooUm, shit, man, yeah, I think that's all the producers on thereOf course DJ Khalil, uh, you know, all the co-producers, uh, shitReggie, um, you know, I don't know whole else the co-producers is, butYou know know I'm sayin', I fuck with y'all niggas, I love y'allIf it is more co-producers, uh, but, yeah, nah, so did thatAnd after that, I was like, "Shit, alright, bet," let's turn it inSo, goddamn, went to turn it in and thenWe kinda seen like alright, damn, the project was too shortSo you know, I was like, damn, we ain't gon' be able to do this in a weekWe ain't gon' be able to finish it in a week, soGoddamn, jumped back in, you know I mean, jumped back inDid like a couple more songs, I really wanted all new songsLike, all original songs, I had a fire ass song with Deante HitchcockBut, uh, shout out Beat Butcha, butBeat Butcha already, goddamn, gave the sample to somebody soThat shit ain't work out, uh, soMe and him gon' get something in, in the future thoughBut, um, yeah, man, went back in, added like three more songsUh, four more songs or whatever, so, uhLast but not least, man, my dawg, JumperI appreciate you, man, for real, Ryan JumperUh, awesome engineer, he's actually mixed two projectsWithout either one of them being released yetSo, like, shout you, dawg, ay you really killed the mixShoutout my nigga, Henry on the master, and, uh, yeah5 & A Fuck You

No, nisba(no, niente, niente) track killerMi trovi in classifica o dal drug dealerSenza coca, ma il cervello va a milleMezza strofa, vi crivelloRoba di livello, senti il dislivello con meHombre per 'sto flow c'ho vinto troppe coppeDoppelganger nelle casse e fuma bombeFa la schiuma, Dompe', scoppia troieUnabomber sto con queste troie la notteLe botte e le coccoleTratto questi beats come zoccoleFrate' me li scopo in pantofole(Ok, ok, barre barre barre, ok)Emme sopra il beat è la hit, la solita solfaRappo che non hai stoffaChe non sei Jimmy HoffaChe sono sempre più ttofaChe il mio flow tipo tonfaTi gonfia, il tuo che s'ingolfaSpingo il NOS tipo corsaFra' brindo ai bro con la vodkaWiborowka alla gocciaFra' Tanta Roba è la loggiaCi fumiamo quest'onciaFra' money flow tipo pioggiaTu stai a cottimo, clochardDio make it rain tipo Fat JoeMad in heavy rotationHo tanti sghei con tre zeriSto con lei da TezenisCon gli Dei nello Zenith, tu fai ridereZelig gallo in questo pollaio, taglio barreNon sbaglio lo stile sai che è uno sballo eNon dire mai che non spaccoSono competitivo, ma ho sempre avuto rispettoTossico recidivoC'ho sempre un tubo o un dischettoNon sono né vecchia scuola néNuova, sono la storia, one takeLa Delorean che passa nello Stargate, ehiIl mio nome è M, MMFumo sempre verde, sempre verdeNon mi fido, in giro troppe merdeSono il mio nemico, sono il doppelgängerBest rapper, ho passato i ventisetteSto male sempre, sono già alle stretteMi rimane fare il botto oppureUn colpo alle tempieGiovane Werther, l'aria è amareggiataCerco il faro nella mareggiataFast life us faremo di passeggiataGuido senza fari fuori carreggiataCon 'sto cash dovrei stare in CaliforniaMa sto qua preso male con l'insonniaMamma dice "Calma, il troppo stroppia"Fumo questa canna in dopo sborniaStato d'animo che è sempre questoPrendo un acido, mi defenestroMe ne fotto, prendo tutto il restoQuando sto contento e quando sto depressoSono stato in posti in cui sentivo freddoSono stato in posti in cui sentivo l'ecoDodici traslochi, non so stare fermoVivo con i mostri che mi tiro dietroNon mi calma una mista di kushNon mi scalda una pista di mmmhSe ripenso alla merda che ho fattoNon pago il riscatto, tu uccidimi (psh)Non mi calma una mista di kushNon mi scalda una pista di mmmhSe ripenso alla merda che ho fattoNon pago il riscatto, fra'Mangio il tuo flow tipo breakfast, ehiHo un chip bionico in testa, ehiNon sono il solito rapper iconicoSono un prototipo Tesla, ehiSe non sto bene mi prendo da bereSono come Bender, riempimi il bicchiereCon Vodka alla tonica o pescaFra', io ti finisco in un tiroSopra il tempo lucido, assassinoCosì freddo che ti bruci, fra', SubzeroQuando rappo accendo luci come a San SiroMerda buona che mi luccica nel taschinoBro mixo tranquillanti, canne ed eccitantiSalgo sulle spalle dei gigantiSogno che oggi prendo dieci grammiMuoio, Gigi Tenco, GG AllinE fumo, ho le occhiaie di un pandaIn Puglia, sembro in OlandaDentro una Panda, vedova biancaFaccia da tossico in bancaFra', in venti minuti faccio quattro saltiFaccio quattro sacchi, c'ho il flow 4K(Ciao fra') Sputo 'sta merdaQualunque cosa accada(Ciao fra') Sputo 'sta merdaQualunque cosa accada(Ehi) La mia merda è sacra, battezzataAttestata (Ehi) Il flow tira una testataTorna a batte' in strada(Ciao fra') Sputo 'sta merdaQualunque cosa accada(Ciao fra') Sputo 'sta merdaQualunque cosa accada(Ehi) La mia merda è sacra, battezzataAttestata (Ehi) Il flow tira una testataTorna a batte' in stradaFra' sto in alta quota in rollaggio (ehi)Col pilota in ostaggioVerso un'altra vodka con ghiaccio (ehi)Tanta Roba, buon viaggioBro, ogni barra è tipo un colpaccioNon ci penso troppo, lo faccioFra', 'sti cazzi anche se non piaccioHo il cazzo gonfio come un polpaccio (ehi)Ho sofferto davvero tanto, bròTipo quando non mangi piùTipo adesso non sento un cazzoVi rimbalzo, brò, Majin BuTutti quanti i colpi che incassoLi rivendo a te al triploNon son qui per fare il teatrinoVoglio morto te e il tuo partito (ehi)Qualunque cosa accada mo' respiroContinuo per la mia strada e il mio destinoSì, che voglio essere il primo come PrimoVi voglio doppiare prima dell'arrivoNo, non voglio cazzi, ma solo sorcheIo solo bombe, tu fai solo pompeNoi non siamo pazzi, siamo solo oltreSe ci vuoi fermare facci un foro in fronteBrò, ho visto ragazze diventare pazzeTutte queste ansie diventare un panzerLe mie speranze diventare tasseMa resto qua, non mi fotte più un cazzoFinché non collasso mi ingrosso le tascheChiudo ancora tante barre grasseSputo ancora merda dalle casseE lo faccio co' 'na certa classe (ciao fra')

For six or seven months she has been talking to meTelling me that she really loved me and she wanted to be a family"And then she also tells me that she was feeling lonely, so she's seen some other guysShe was really truly sorry, but if I make some money then maybe she could be with meShe'd talk to her father who owned a boat on the waterSo one week later I'm on an plane for the first timeGot into Seattle right around breakfast timeI caught the airport shuttle for the first timeStarted working on the boat around lunch time for the first timeA few days later it was go timeTook that boat up the coast line then into the Bering SeaWe were so far out in the ocean we were halfway to being RussianMy beard was always icy and the swells were forty feetWe slept four hours a day killing fish for a feeTwo months later on the second offloadThe captain gives me a letter from your mother, says "I knowIt's hard out there but hang on it's gonna be worth itOh and I slept with someone again, I know you don't deserve itAnd I'm sorry about that, but you weren't around and I needed somebody like thatAnd we can talk about it when you get backBut I decided to name him Caleb, I know you don't like thatBut if you keep on saying it, I think it'll sound right, yeah?"

Allô, allô, allô, allô, allô, allôAllô, allô allô, pu-pu-pu-putePu-pu-pu-puteJ'tire comme Castor et PolluxJ'm'en fous si ça t'offusqueTa chatte sent le mollusqueProfite donc du bonusJ'ai des lunettes plutôt luxesDes lunettes de soudureDes lunettes haute couturePaye-moi en p'tites coupuresMon pinceau est tout durCette fois-ci c'est mon tourJ'vous refais les mouluresJ'vous refais les contoursImbécile, investi, ne sois pas indécisALK l'intrépide, me d'mande pas un selfieJ'vous offre du pain béniSur un plateau d'argentJ'commets pas un délit d'vantCes salauds d'agentsOui, j'encule la police, les CRS et mon exMec j'vais flex à Deauville tuPiges pas c'est complexeTa garce avale à vomirC'est l'carnaval à VeniseBataille navale en souvenirQu'on finira par engloutirWesh la crème est anglaiseLa boulangerie est françaiseV'nez m'admirez quand j'baise, j'aiÉcrit un étrange seize, puteJ'rentre dans la cabine, presseMes nectarines, mes pamplemoussesPamplemousses (nonuple pute)Protégez vos nuques car c'est dans vosDos qu'on plante le moussePlante le mousse (kwick, kwick)Si tu m'aimes pas c'est réciproque, tout ceQui compte c'est prendre le flouzePrendre le flouze (piou, piou, piou, piou)Mademoiselle suce des bites à Bruxelles, laNuit elle chante le blues, chante le blues(suce, suce)De la niaks dans ma Ventoline pourAller mieux quand je tousse, quand je tousseÇa devient dangerous quand arrive leToun's, wesh bande de pouffesBande de pouffes (tounsi)Donner de la force à des sales putesNan je ne ferai plus ça, ferai plus çaJ'en ai rien à foutre d'allerÀ Skyrock voir Fred Musa, fred MusaTrouve-moi à Évry, j'suis aux PyramidesAvec de vrais pules-cra, vrais pules-cra(squad, squad) jean Balmain à 800 eurosChaussures Versace Medusa, medusa(le Grand Aigle)J'suis un vrai rebeu, j'ai cachéMes yeux sous mes sunglasses, sunglasses(salope, salope) y'a que de la beuh et duBHO dans mon blunt cassis, blunt cassis(pu-pu-pute) alk putain d'potePrends des putains d'notesMec je fume la pipe, fume la pipe(fume, pute)On t'met à BX derrière des vitrinesToi tu suces ma bite, suces ma biteLes bronches encombrées, toutes vos salesTronches j'vais les démembrer, démembrer(épisode 9) le ghetto est déjanté etLe réseau est démantelé, démantelé(nonuple pute)Du rhum agricole dans monPutain d'bomber Schott (pute)J'ai quitté ma maison pourLa putain d'rue d'AerschotJ'mange du fromage à patte molleJ'bois du vin comme Anatole (suce)Salope j'regarde les chaînes tunisiennesSur la parabole alkpote c'est la mascotteSalope prend des putains d'notesJ'fume de la MoonrockCousin je plane comme l'astronauteAlkpote et DAVLes deux putains d'mastodon'tesJ'dormais en GAVLes MC's ramassent nos ongles(pu-pu-pu-pute) j'ai perdu la boussoleIci les salopes tournent au sol (suce)Bande de putains j'suis génialComme Professeur TournesolÉté, hiver au stud'Nous on nique la mère aux stup' (pute)J'te mets ma verge au ul-cJ'fume de la substance verte comme HulkJ'suis dans la saletéDes fois dans la propreté (pute)Bande de putains on est issu de la pauvreté(salope) continue d'courir même avec unPutain d'point de cotéJ'roule un joint doséJ'm'en fous si je suis moins côté(pu-pu-pu-pute)Tu n'es qu'une simple puteJe baise des doubles putesMéga triple pute, quadruple nano puteNouveau style libre, mon ami c'est cadeauOui je mets la dose, on mixe le matosTon anus est crados comme la myxomatoseSi tu veux sucer toutesNos bites c'est gratosOn est des vikings, ouiDe nous t'es victimeOn te met à BX, derrière des vitrinesMe-sper et cyprine (suce)Vous étiez si tristes, couplet décisifOn se dope comme des cyclistesClick, click, paw, méga électrochocTu veux tester ma cliqueMais elle est trop chaudeJ'évite les clochards commeRandolf et Mortimer en plein étéLes tox' pratiquent les sports d'hiverTu crèveras dans ton cercueil à deux placesVa fumer du tilleulDu cerfeuil à deux ballesAlk-putain de pote, le meilleur de l'espaceSi je meurs dans le dinC'est toutes mes erreurs que j'efface(triple pute)Je vais encore sévir, c'est bordéliqueJe t'égorge très viteJe suis un écorché vifJe fais danser même les corps chétifsJe vais encore sévir, c'est bordéliqueJe t'égorge très viteJe suis un écorché vifJe fais danser même les corps chétifsOn a aucun diplôme et on vit dans des taudisWesh Christian EstrosiJ'représente les survivants, les momiesLes brigands, les OG, les titansLes gorilles ça rappe et ça travaille toutEn dealant des produit'sJ'baise des cougars commeVivian d'Secret StoryOuais, je m'amuse pendant qu'tu mènesUne vie chiante et horribleJ'éjacule en dessinant des croquisNéochrome Click: ils sont vivants, les ovnisSuce ma bite: j'suis intrigant et torrideRegardez tous ces MC's m'sucerLa jouissance va les défigurerJ'les baise ils pourront pas simulerAucun secret j'ai divulgué (aucun)Sur l'mauvais chemin j'ai bifurquéC'est incroyable j'suis si ruséJe ne viens pas de débarquerJ'ai toujours su me démarquer (pupupute)J'baise mes détracteurs sans préservatifs(sans préservatifs)Face à tous ces rappeurs tu saisQue j'vais faire la diff'J'fourre les schneks de vos reinesBande de putains d'putesJ'roule un pet' de pollen, à la fête foraineMec injecte de l'oseilleBande de putain d'putains, j'veuxLa recette de Cohen, la recette de Cohen(pupupute) j'fume de la beuh médicaleComme cette vieille du ColoradoLa mafia comme chez les ritals mais enSurvêt' ou en Polo Ralph Lau'Avoir de l'argent c'est vitalFaut que j'm'éloigne de ces clodos cradosJ'suis comme à l'époque médiévaleJ'mets un coup de glaiveSur tous vos collabo'Je sodomise ces filles qui ont le cul puantJe mange des sucreries ouBien des sucres lentsJ'pose sur des prods rapides ouDes trucs plus lentsTu sais que dès que j'arrive c'est succulent(tunsi) j'ai appris d'mes erreurs j'vaisPas m'jeter des fleursJ'veux une liasse de billetsEn quadruple épaisseur (quadruple pute)C'est qu'des rêveurs j'les voisAvec mon détecteurDe l'Essonne j'suis l'réflecteurLes pédés meurent, les bébés pleurent(salope salope)J'écris tant d'rimes dans ce rap j'saisPas si j'mérite d'en vivreJ'baise en effritant le shitObscur comme dans l'Égypte antiqueSuce ma tour de PisePendant mon tour de pisteJ'aiguise mon tournevis, je vis pour le fricL'alcool se tiseC'est ça que veulent mes G'sComme Malcolm et Reese(Francis) , vos forces s'épuisentSerre-moi la main, ne me fais pas la biseJe mets du Versace pendant la crisePendant qu'les roumains nettoientDes pare-brisesC'est la merde, il faut que tu réalisesNe mets pas tes putainsD'doigts dans la priseAlK-putain d'pote et DJ WeedimSidisid, Butter Bullets, c'est la fêteEncaisse une balle à ailette dans ta têteVas-y enfile ta plus belle chemisetteOn investit dans les meilleurs tissusEt on charbonne comme un cochon qui sueOn vous divertit un peu comme Guy LuxMec on détruit tous les sales détritusPendant la crise c'est navrantLes p'tites sucentCachent de la drogue dans le Ted LapidusEt j'brûle de la putain d'feuille, papyrusL'aigle de Carthage est dans les paragesJ'saccage, j'arrive à la nagePour le nettoyageMatraquage, fais tes bagagesOn part en voyageMes gobelins dorment dans des garagesL'aigle sort de sa cageTu connais le processus salopeDès que j'envoie un nouveauProjet suce salopeJe viens viser vos têtes et vos plexus salopeJe voulais devenir riche comme Crésus salopeMon téléphone sonne et j'réponds à l'appelJ'fume de la salade ou bien du caramel(oklm)Et je vous ressors des projets à la pelleL'Aigle de Carthage c'est commeÇa que l'on m'appelleC'est pas la peine deTe prendre pour PharrellDe danser avec ton rap de ZamelOn a jamais vu ta tête dans le CartelJ'suis légendaire comme un héros de MarvelJ'vais passer une semaine au PortugalJ'respecte les sœurettesJ'suis pour le port du voileMe pousse pas à bout ou bien je sors une armeT'as rien d'attirant comme leCorps d'une noich'Appelle-moi GainzbeurMais viens pas m'sauter dans les bras(tounsi) c'est moi le meilleurOn va pas faire de grand débat(pu-pu-pu-pute)Même les Avengers veulent me recruterT'en fais pas (Nick Fury)Les dinosaures DenverJ'vais les enfermer dans les parcs (exact)À chaque morceau mec, j'me surpasseBeaucoup de traitres comme JudasL'enfer remonte à la surfaceBooska'pedigree de pure raceJ'suis dans un sale délireDans l'espace comme un satelliteSacré pute, ça crépiteLe ventre vide ça va très viteJ'ai besoin de personneTu te souviendras de mon blaze (blaze)L'Empereur de la Crasserie de l'EssonneJ'ai éjaculé dans ta face (splash)Éjaculé dans le garageÉjaculé dans ce palace (splash, splash)Les chiens de la casse ne rêventQue de prendre ta place (pute)Casse toi pédaleTu ferais n'importe quoi pour d'la thune(pour d'la thune) sous ce casque intégralY'a un rabza moustachu (moustachu)J'suis dans cette putain d'place etToi tu joues d'la flûte (flûte)T'es qu'une putain d'Booska'pétasseT'es qu'une Booska'pute (pu-pu-pu-pute)Défoncé sous la luneTu trouves ça terrifiant (salope)L'Empereur descend de sa monture seulementPour ce billet de banque (voilà)Boosk'apéritif, Boosk'apétissantOn bouffera tes p'tites chips etOn coupera tes p'tites jambes(couic, couic)Booska'pénétration anale, tu prends tonBooska'pied quand j'te baisePrince de la ville comme Boosk'AP du 113(ouais)Avec ta tête, on joue à la Booska'pétanqueT'as la Booska'pétocheTu meurs si on touche la détente(piouw, pi-pi-piouw)Tout ces putains d'rappeursSont trop marrantsJ'viens tous les fusiller vocalementJ'éjacule dans ta bouche, ta pomme d'AdamSers-toi d'ma bite comme une brosse à dentsOn a toujours respecté nos parentsPartir d'maintenant c'est plus comme avantAppelle-moi Alk ou bien JonathanJ'suis plus ou moins connu localementDéfoncé totalement, globalement, normalementSur ma cover j'ai un dogue allemandJ'te baise en douceur ou sauvagementMa grosse, vas-t-en, j'suis pas trop galantJ'te salis analement oralementJe rentre et je ressors violemmentN'oubliez pas de prendre vos calmantsCe soir fait froid et les clochards tremblentBandes de putains vous me jalousezSavourez plutôt les flows que j'ai rajoutéJe sors mes derniers projetsJe vais pas m'louperTu vas devoir avouer que j't'ai bafouéJ'ai baisé cette pute àLa démarche chaloupéeÉjaculé sur son épiderme tatouéPose ton gros cul sur un putain deTabouret après avoir digéréTon vieux cassouletM'manque un bout d'cerveau un peuComme le Cyborg 16 (C-16)J'ai beaucoup plus d'imaginationQu'un film d'Scorsese (Martin)Nouvel épisode frèreJ'danse avec les loups comme Kevin CostnerJ'saute d'l'hélicoptèreOn est libre comme l'air, on évite sonne-perJ'roule avec une équipe hors pairLes mômes déplient l'posterOn est libre comme l'air, on évite sonne-perJ'roule avec une équipe hors pairLes mômes déplient l'posterLucifer branle ma couilleBillets verts dans la fouilleJe suis déter' quand je magouilleDans mon repère ça sent la mouilleJ'reprends le sport, Sevran-BeaudottesRevente de drogue devant le che-porJ'me branle dehorsJ'te prends de dos si tu me prends de hautJ'baise toutes mes ex-putes etTous mes ex-potesDans ta tuyauterie j'éjacule du DestopL'ambiance est très glauque, Alk et 13 BlockJ'fume de l'amnez' blockTu connais l'adresse fiotteÉvry-Pyramides c'est le del-borEt jusqu'en enfer on t'escorteTu sais que le revolver te perforeC'est que de la frappe qu'on exporte91000, 93270, t'as des convulsions mecLa confusion règne et tes contusions saignentJ'appelle mes copains sur le portable(allô) , tes rappeurs sont insupportablesEspèce de catin suce mon câble(salope, salope) Ici y a rien d'insurmontableJe pose mes couilles sur la tableJe fais pas la cour à ta femme(la cour à cette pute)On les met tous sur la pailleJe vais me faire la coupe à Zlatan(la coupe à Pogba) analyse mon élocutionJe touche tes seins et les allocationsDécouper des prod' c'est ma vocationJ'ai besoin de fumer paye ta collation(collation) c'est nous les rois de la TrapLes Trapézistes (pu-pu-pu-pute)Je paye mon champagne le jourOù on attrape les Trabelsi (double pute)C'est nous les rois de la TrapLes TrapézistesJe paye mon champagne le jourOù on attrape les Trabelsi quintuple pute!

Les deux poids deux mesures ne m'auront pas à l'usureAu nom de toutes les bavures, j'suis un putain d'vice de procédureVrai jusqu'à l'ossature, dur d'aller à contre-natureCe game est trop immature, j'impose ma dictatureMa lecture de la république française est la suivanteL'immigration est la souche la plus motivante, captivanteSans qui l'équipe de France ne serait pas si performanteBien qu'elle dispose des logistiques dont l'Afrique manqueComorien et fier d'être indépendant4 étoiles plus moi ça fait, 5 demande à SultanStreet commandant, tout cela dépasse l'entendementKhey j'suis fait de terre, ils prennent ça pour un tremblementRappeur le plus influent du rap hexagonalJe serai jamais l'instrument d'une multinationaleAccouché par la street en pleine crise hormonaleIls baissent leur froc, la prennent en diagonaleÀ deux doigts de passer à la guillotine, au tribunalDégoûté, le daron hoche la tête devant l'journalJ'ai trop foutu le hella, j'dérape comme BenallaJ'condamne toute forme de violence passée par làMais voilà le diable est si rusé qu'il passe pour la victimeAprès m'avoir tendu la lame pour charcuter l'image du pe-raComme un con j'me retrouve piégé dans l'embarrasIls ont crié bon débarras mais j'fatigue leur Bou-maraT'auras beau t'excuser la France te décapiteSur la place publique, elle t'met à poil car elle te sait pudiqueElle m'caresse pas dans l'sens du poil, j'ai les cheveux crépusSystème corrompu, j'me dois d'être plus sage et méthodiqueRodé au lynchage médiatique, j'en suis hermétiqueContre-expertise psychiatrique, pour balourder leurs articles pathétiquesLes coupures de presse cicatrisent plus viteIncassable est le mythe, wesh le flow est sans limiteLes mêmes qui rêvaient un jour d'me sucer la biteCes bouffons chroniqueurs complexés par mon profil en profitentÉvincé des playlists, place à l'afro-beatPop urbaine, rap dénaturé devient hermaphroditeMa plume est unisexe, j'ai pardonné mon exRelaxé pour violences conjugales, l'affaire est complexeSéparation difficile, j'ai fait barrage au suicideTantôt on t'appelle bébé, tantôt infanticideDehors c'est déjà la guerre, mon pire ennemi joue à domicileUne be-bom de perdue, v'là une dizaine de missilesL'envie de briller nous a éparpillés, comme un tas de billetsChoc culturel jusqu'à s'en oublierLe Parisien m'a rhabillé, d'un tissu de mensongesLaver mon honneur n'est pas dans leurs songesY'a que le sang qu'ils épongentPlus d'une anguille sous roche, poussé à bout tu plongesMaître Ibazatene m'a sorti de ce genre de bourbier qui te rongeComment embrasser une bouche pleine de flammes qui te mauditMarcher sur les pieds d'ma mère c'est écraser mon paradisJ'ai mendié le respect à une femme comme il n'est pas permisDieu m'en est témoin, j'ai fais le tour de la sère-miVends pas la peau de Rohff sans avoir tué HousniEntre ombre et lumière, j'me sens comme détenu en semiJ'ai pas souhaité qu'Ikbal me suive dans ce bail de haramiAussi paro que d'vendre de l'héro en familleModèle de réussite malgré tous les à-prioriJ'résonne à posteriori, quand on m'accuse de choses horriblesJe ne savoure aucune victoryJe fabrique mes ennemis, exultant en pleine euphorieToi tu crois pas en Dieu, sans lui je serais vaincu, ouaisJe ne compte aucune défaite, que des leçons de vie, sans elles je serais inculteJ'ai fait de la route tel un trafiquant de stups, ricane en pleine lutteIl m'reste encore du jus, sers-moi la main que j't'électrocuteCes fils de pute me tirent le maillot, c'est dans leur cul qu'ils prennent le butLaisse-les me tailler, j'suis encore un diamant brutMental de viet, hygiène de vie sous diète, loin de ces mauviettesSniff qui peut, sont tous morts dans la zipetteJ'éteins des carrières avec un snipetMieux vaux un homme déter' au mic, qu'une centaine de flipettesParti en sucette, j'attise l'adversité renoiMaisons de disques, radios, qui pensaient m'avoir fait, recréez-moiQu'est-ce-qui va pas chez moi?

Stealing hearts, I'm a criminalGot the realest art, I'm a pinnacleHealing starts from being cynicalDeal the cards that aren't predictableGod daaamn, I'm so witifulGet the upper hand, that's so criticalFollow a plan that is visualYoung superman, youth is vincibleI remain locked up in the dark with chords like umbilicalChaining lots of different parts, record messages subliminalThis fame its how it starts, right now it's just the minimalMy name on top the charts, god damn that sounds so getableI see dreams as optimalI seize things that are impossibleNo easy way through an obstacleJust breathe deep through your abdominalThis shit is weekly like the Sunday comicalAin't no cheat sheet to being a one-day prodigalAnd if someone can 1-UP me, than I feel I am responsibleI been making enough beats to where I feel unstoppableI been spitting that lava flow, that tropical GalapagosSelf promised I wouldn't stop until I gotLots of gold, lots of clothesLots of hoes, lots of dopeI got lots of goals Fingertips are full of Tree Sap, I been climbing heightsThe man I'm tryna make sure that I be that the night I dieMoving different places but I'll be back or at least I'll tryReproducing pollination beeswax, watch me leap and flyFingertips are full of Tree Sap, I been climbing heightsThe man I'm tryna make sure that I be that the night I dieMoving different places but I'll be back or at least I'll tryReproducing pollination beeswax, watch me leap and flyI got messages in my sentences and yes, it's so impressiveMy life's been getting hectic, getting restless, a young apprenticeKeep pressing on perfection till I'm flesh under a reverendRhyme progression of inception has been my best investmentPeople been telling me that I'm a star, that's why I am so spaceyEvery time I spit bars, I still cease to amaze meI've been working so damn hard and waiting patientlyI just want an expensive car and a paper tree, fuck complacencyAdjacent to when people get stressed about what they're not gettingAah yes, yes, yes, yes, yes the plot thickensI'd rather take a shot and miss itRather than reminisce how that opportunity has passed and could have been differentI milk cartoned the person in meApologized to my parents for not calling them on their anniversaryI felt so embarrassedSuper awkward, yet that moment I cherishMy appearances are the rarestBut at least it was apparent I was murdering beats I said my fingertips are full of Tree Sap, I been climbing heightsThe man I'm tryna make sure that I be that the night I dieMoving different places but I'll be back or at least I'll tryReproducing pollination beeswax, watch me leap and fly, Whoo!Two, two three fourThree, two, yeesh! WoahHahaaaaa, yeah I feel goodIt's a great day to be happy but we're really not having itWe're all stacked up in the cabinetAnd that is only the half of itWe're fighting for space when we are trapped I'm a black hole kind of placeAce, I'm 21Been on some crummy rumMy tummy rumbles from the hunger but damn, I love me someEnergizer bunny on a drumUntil I'm fucking rich, I could make money comeThese hunnies love it when their lips around my tongueHalf the time I be too tired to But mama still wanna please me so she shake her buttI grunt like (ugh!)

J'suis né poussière et je repartirai poussièreEt le soleil se levera en même temps que la misère frèreT'es parti, t'étais là devant moi à me parler de "ya Rebi"Tu venais de te mettre à faire ta ière-priQue Dieu te préserves des châtimentsAprès la vie c'est autrement et la rue perd ses monumentsPerd ses valeurs, perd ses principesPerd son respect de la discipline dans l'illiciteLes peines s'alourdissent des assises aux cercueilsUn article en page faits divers, une Hajja en deuilLes femmes de la famille autour pour la soutenirDu chagrin de son fils qu'elle a vu sortirPour plus jamais revenirParti trop tôt, sans dire au revoir à la famille, aux potosUne lumiere éteinte dans le ghettoEn souvenir que des photosEncore plus triste en vidéoLes quartiers désunis se réunissentPour saluer ta mémoireÉnumérer tes qualités, raconter tes histoires partagées avec toiJe m'étais pas rendu compte à quel point j'tenais à toiEt c'est toujours comme ca, ton visage et ta voix me hantent frèreTa personnalité me manqueOn était pas du même milieu, t'étais plus vieuxC'est peut être pour ça qu'on s'appréciait mieuxT'étais prêt à tout pour moiAu point de cartonner en bécane en venant bouger pour moiEn rap t'écoutait que moiJ'ai pas vu ta mille-faQue Dieu les protège, j'suis dégouté de moiQue Dieu me pardonneSoubhanallah à quel point les épreuves peuvent affaiblir un hommeC'est tout ce que j'regretteMais sur le Coran de la MecqueQue j'étais là sans y êtreMais c'est Dieu qui veutParler de toi me fait rougir les yeuxToujours une doua pour ton âme, j'espère te revoir dans les cieuxT'étais un grand Monsieur, respecté même par la police, courageuxBeau gosse comme ton filsMalgré le train de vie, tu le ramenais faire du poneySi on refusait pas t'allais tout nous donnerSavais pas lire mais avec toi on apprenaitUn mec fiable, juste un regard on s'comprenaitToujours le sang froid, jamais froid aux yeuxHabile aux têtes à queue, aux roues arrièresMême à deux, du 9-4 au 9-2J'm'en bas les douilles qu'il était dangereuxD'marcher avec toi à cause des embrouillesOn insulte pas un mort, qu'il soit bon ou mauvaisDans mon camp ou dans le tien, qu'ils reposent en paixLà où ils sont ils pensent plus à la vieEt s'ils pouvaient revenir ce serait pour gagner leur place au ParadisOn s'entre-fume et c'est le système qui nous met à dosJ'rends hommage aux nhommes-bo comme Arafat ou NordoQue Dieu les préserve du feu de l'EnferC'est pire que de sentir qu'on va mourir, qu'on peut rien faireQuand j'sentais qu't'allais mal et qu't'enchainais les jointsJ'improvisais un freestyle qui te redonnait le moralJ'ai perdu beaucoup de gens, la plupart violemmentPour des histoires de manque de respect ou d'argentOu d'accidents alcoolisés ou d'overdosesLa mort met tout l'monde d'accord, fait oublier les causesSoit tu relativises, pètes les plombs ou t'laisses allerJ'pleure pas mais mon écriture est saléeTous ceux qui ont perdu leur frère, leur soeur, leur père, leur mamanLeurs enfants sous les décombres des bombardementsLoin de la vie de Paris tout se passe comme Dieu a ditQue doit être la souffrance?

Write like a novelist, Anthony HorowitzI just been eating these rappers so often it's like when I'm snacking on Maccas monopolyKeep coming back, Ain't nobody that's stopping meI mean I really just want all the propertiesI got em lining up, fans are so over the fakeSo I'm here just to give em the version they wanted to see go and call me the snyder cutI mean I just might erupt, all you dudes looking kinda susGot so many badges so whether these managers scouting or knotI'll go head and tie it upOnly a killer when I wanna be oneYou niggas don't gimme a choiceLook at the legends like I wanna be oneAll that I touch I gotta destroyThey say that i should feel privileged cause they compare me to JoynerFuck who you think I sound like, when I'm on the mic I could give you some pointersAye look I rap tight my flow, is type dope I knowI ain't gotta say shit for ya to be like oh that shit cold (for real)Standing on my tippy toes (for real)Rest In Peace twenty four(for real)I'm cool in the clutch, frozen in the whipM-I-X man you know the dealSpell it out, not an acronym, I don't stand for nothingEvery track that y'all hear me rapping in, y'all like "this man disgusting"Cooler than ice, I think lil uzi was right, I just went up in my priceMy flow get so wet when I type in my phone, that I gotta go put it in rice (god damn)Drop the hammer no Thor shit, your best shits my worst shitMy team dope your team looking like it's about to forfeitJersey rising, too much talent it's something in the waterRappers listen to your father, always fly farther or why bother nigga damnEvery beat I touch I turn to gold, I'm MidasSo to anybody thinking you're the flyestCause you wrote a bar about CoronavirusYo shit ain't sick I won't deny itLike Kratos I fuck with only giantsControl and I will get the bow and snipe atAnybody that bars just won't enlightenLeave your body frozen we the coldest writersCause I got evil intentLike Jason at the camp siteI'll punish you for yo sinsI'm Frank Castle on that micI'll murder you with a grinThen say "Well, serves your ass right!"

Bowing to its authority, they become it.I've seen four year old children conforming to media roles.Main-lining the gross theatre that will become their lives.

ScottHe let me playThe song Rockin' RobinOn the kit in the bandIt was a really fun songRockin' RobinRock, rockRockin' RobinHe made me a cassette tapeAnd I wish I could find itBut at the end of the tapeHe said that I should keep goingKeep playingAndAnd then I gotAgainYou shouldn't use that wordYou should saySomething else likeWe found and signed upWith a drum teacherThat came to my houseAnd this guyChrisHe taught meHow to play funk beatsBossa novaReggaetonGhost notesWith the snareAnd the main lessonAnd this was over yearsBut the drummer alwaysHas to do what's best for the songAnd one dayYaeli's daughter HadasTold my sister and IThat she won tickets to seeThe Chili Peppers playOn Ellis IslandAnd it was for the releaseOf their new albumBy the WayAnd she won the ticketsBy calling 92.3 KRockAnd we'd be on a boatA littleWays off the islandWhile they playedAnd we went earlyAnd we got super luckyWe saw Flea and JohnAs they were boarding their ferryTo go to the soundcheckAnd they were super chillYou know we only talkedTo them for a secondBut they were likeDo you guys wanna goOn the islandAnd they gave us ticketsTo be on the ferry thatGoes on the islandAnd so the boat docksOn the islandAnd we ranAnd we got toThe first-rowCenterAnd that performanceChanged my lifeSports and soccerWere coolBut thisThat feelingYou knowLet meLet me take a step backMy grandmaShe grew up in HungaryAnd I don't thinkShe was that poorBut at some pointThe war startedAnd they sent her toAuschwitzAnd she survivedAnd she'd tell us storiesThat whenThey had her lookThrough theDead people's luggageYou knowFor gold or jewelryOr money or diamondsOr that sort of thingSometimes she'dFind an appleOrA piece of breadAnd she'd sneak itShe survivedThe death marchI think that'sWhat it's calledAnd my grandpaHe was inThe Hungarian undergroundThroughout the warAnd he was really smartAnd throughout his lifeHe'd get angry atStupid shitBut he hadA heart of goldAnd myOther grandparentsWere here in the StatesAnd they were poorThey were very poorMy grandma's momWas institutionalizedShe had mental problemsSo her dadMy grandma's dadRemarried and her stepmomWas a real witchAnd my grandpa's familyI should mentionCame here from LithuaniaAnd he was a sick manHe had arthritis and diabetesBut he had a dope sense of humorAnd they lived throughA lot of shitAnd they drove aroundA movablePortableMerry-go-roundTo make moneyAnd later onMy grandpaSold cleaning suppliesDoor to doorAnd my grandmaRan the kitchenAt an old age homeAnd she also workedAt some hotelAnd she's still aliveShe lives in FloridaHi, BubbieAnd my parentsThey hustledYou knowMy mom studiedChemical and environmental engineeringAnd she's super practicalAnd logic-drivenAnd my dadHe hated schoolBut he had the ambitionOf a real mother efferAnd he becameA businessmanAnd he's got thisWork ethic thatI always wish I hadAnd he'sFunny as fuck, tooWe had a gameGrowing upWhen the radioWas playingAt random timesMy dad would askWhose, whose song is thisAnd it was always eitherThe Rolling StonesOrThe BeatlesAnd we had a 50-50 shotWhen guessingI kind of likedThe BeatlesBetterBut I love the StonesTooAnywayMy parents tookSome chancesThey used their brainsAndThey're super kindAnd they gave me loveAnd choices and optionsBut there was a limitYou knowIt was the drum gearOr a video game systemI couldn'tIt wasn't bothWe couldn't afford bothSoI chose this bright$300Groove Percussion kitAnd I played itIn the garageOn Bogert RoadAnd the parts wouldBreak all the timeWe'd have to goTo the storeAnd get new stuffWe'd move the drumsTo the basementIn the winterAnd at some pointThey bought me aTama Swingstar kitWith Paiste 302 cymbalsAnd I was so pumpedAnd I hadA band in sixth gradeIt was called Final WarningAnd Mike DavenportIs a really cool dudeHe lived on the same blockAnd I metA kid named RobIn middle schoolAnd he wasFriends with ConorAnd IAlready knew ConorFrom the BlackhawksThe soccer teamAnd as the goggle-wearingCenter on theRiver Edge RebelsAnd he was pretty goodAnd those two fuckersWere starting a bandAnd they didn't tell meBut they were testingTwo drummersMe and another dudeAnd he's a cool guyTooHe has a studio nowIn TexasAnd I guessI played simpler stuffMaybe I was less flashyProbably just lessOr more boringAnd I guessThey liked meSo we formedThe Grand FacadeAnd we didn't have a singerAnd we never played outAnd there wasAn Emo scene in JerseyAnd this band Sense FailHad just broken outI never saw them playBut every weekendThere was a showAt either a VFWOr aKnights of ColumbusOr some other placeYou could rentFor real cheapAnd ticketsWere five bucksT-shirts were tenYou'd see bands likeAirkake, Decoy, RydiaRiding Bikes, SocraticThey made it kind of bigMy heroes were this bandCalled MadisonAnd they were gonna get bigAnd they got signedTo Drive-Thru's imprintRushmoreAnd I'd go to the showsAnd I'd studyRichie's drummingAnd he was so dopeAnd I'd watch theirMaking of the albumVideosWhen they wereRecording with Jesse CannonI loved that shitAnd Steel TrainThat's Jack Antonoff's bandThey were alreadyOn Drive-ThruAnd my first timeSeeing them was atThe Bloomfield Ave CafeIn MontclairAnd Jack and ScottWere sharing center stageAnd John wasn't evenThe drummer yetAnd he's a great guy, tooAnd he gave meA couple of lessons onceAnd Evan, the bassistTaught my friend RobSome bassAnd my friend AdamKnew Jack's familyBut I never talked to JackHe's the realHero of JerseyThe dude's a geniusAnd one timeI was a real dickI tried to stealA sweatshirtFrom Steel Train'sMerch binAnd if they're listeningI'm really sorryThat happenedAnd I'm really happyYou caught meI bought some stuffTooDifferent timesBut anywayBack to high schoolI recorded two songsOn a PCBut then there was malwareAnd I still haveThese nightmaresAbout losing controlOf the computerAnd my parentsGot us another computerI got an audio interfaceAnd a MIDI controllerYou knowPOS models for sureLatency nightmaresMIDI thing wouldLose connectionIn theMiddle of the songAnd I made someBad beatsAnd the only personWho thoughtI had potentialAt that timeWas myAunt JacquelineShe would listenTo the songs throughThey wereSeven or eight minutes longAnd boring as shitBut she saidI should keep making stuffAnd she was so kindAnd I miss her so muchThen I playedIn some bandsIn collegeMy roommateMatt DavisWas so supportiveOf meAnd he still isAnd he is theOG Arem fanAnd so was my friend IlyaAnd I played drumsIn a band called Spot OnWith LeoAnd a guy named MattAnd Leo still makes stuffIt's really coolAnd I jammedWith these guysBrad and ShaunThey're someSolid ass dudesAnd they're really goodAnd I played withRick in SheepAnd he put out a songLast year that wasNot very PCBut I loved itAnd I had a fewBreakdowns in collegeBig manic episodesThenMonths of depressionAnd it would repeatAnd I had to leave schoolA few timesAnd it was pretty shittyAnd I was really evilTo a lot of peopleAnd I lostA bunch ofGood friendsAnd my sistersDealt with meAnd I was a real prickTo them, tooBut they reallyHelped me whenI was sadAnd my unclesHelped me, tooAnd there wereLong periods of timeWhenI didn't make anythingAt allBut I never soldAll my stuffAnd it can get reallySad looking at drumsOr gear thatYou haven't touchedIn a yearAnd I do wantTo say thatI'm a terrible studentBut I had someReally amazing professorsLike Professor PearsonShe taught meHow to publish onlineShe introduced meTo WordPressI had a professorNamed Teresa NakraWho made me explainWith wordsWhat happensIn these electronicEarly electronic musicSongs likeLigeti's GlissandiOr maybe it wasArtikulationI'm not sure which oneBut I had toWrite a paper about itAnd you shouldTry doing thatThat's an assignmentAnd this guyAntonino ScarpatiHe taughtA class aboutSocial WorkThat taught me moreAbout life and peopleAnd povertyAnd humanityThan any classI've ever takenAnd I was introducedTo this geniusNamed KuiphoffI took a classOne summerIt wasIntro to Web DesignI think it wasThe summer of 2010I also met NathanAnd MCT in collegeThey taught meHow to edit writingHow to makeA logical argumentMCT's kind of a dick nowBut he still makesSome good pointsSometimesAnd Nathan's so kindAnd he andMy cousin NoahAre myGold standard for ethicsSo whenI have a questionI ask themAfter collegeI couldn't get a jobInJournalism or publishingIt was causeI was a shittyWriter and editorDanaAnd notFor any other reasonSo I delivered foodFor this mean bossWho paidFour bucks an hourPlus you got toKeep the crappy tipsAnd I startedTaking guitar lessonsWith EdAt some pointAnd I knewSome bar chordsBut that's about itAnd he taught meBasically everythingI knowAbout music theoryAnd the guitarAnd playing inversionsAnd that youDon't always have toPlay bigLoud chordsAnd I've beenTaking lessonsWith himOn and offFor like ten years nowAndI still have a lot to learnAnd at some pointI postedA Craigslist ad thatI'mLooking for collaboratorsAnd Zach hit me upAnd I jammedWith him and MarkAnd it was so funAnd thenWe found AngelyThrough WarrenAnd we named the bandZach named the bandThe Holy SmokesAnd this guyRyan recorded usAnd connected us toAlbertoTo master the songsAnd then whenI started workingOn some of theseI was likeI shouldHit up AlbertoHe'sA knowledgeable guyHe seems chillAnd he showed meHow to find newMore interesting samplesAnd heMade my songsWay betterAnd heNever leaves you hangingHe's a good dudeAnd Tula VeraThis band in JerseyTheir singer ClaireGave me someVocal lessonsBut I didn'tGet too farAnd I wentWith the vocal samplesHereCause they soundedSo much betterAnd that band'sOther guitaristDylanAlso gave me some lessonsAnd he was so kindWhen I showed himSome of these songsAnd both of themAre so sweetAnd back toThe main pointMy friend ConorHas writtenA bunch of moviesAnd they're so goodAnd I try to help himMake them betterAnd I had been workingOn these songsSeparatelyFor a few yearsAnd one dayIt kind of clickedThat if I put themIn a certain orderThey could tell a storyWhy, why, whyWhy do you make musicWhy do I make musicWhen I startedIt was probablyFor the same reasonMost people startI thought peopleWould wantTo be with meOr sleep with meIf I was in a bandOr something like thatAnd for years nowThoughI thinkIt's more becauseI love the smellOf my own fartsAnd I love creatingAnd I love tryingTo get betterAnd thenWhen it's kind of goodIt gives me that feelingI had whenI saw the Chili PeppersOn Ellis IslandBut I guessIf you're askingWhy people should listenOr support meOr buy my stuffWellI guessMy ideal goalIs to give my parentsA bunch of moneySo they can retireAndI want them toRetire alreadyCause theyDid so much for meAnd I haven't doneThat much for themAndMusic makes me feelSuch interesting emotionsMy dream has always beenTo make musicThat affects peopleThe wayRilo Kylie orBright Eyes affected meOr to make somethingSo impactfulThat you couldListen to itOver and over and overAgainAnd it never gets oldLike that albumThe Score by The FugeesOr Bob Marley's greatest hitsThe Legend albumOr the BlueprintOr Abbey RoadOr something thatWhen you hear itThe first timeA songYou're likeI need to hear thatAgain right nowLikeJason Derulo'sWant to Want MeOrJulia Michaels'sIssuesOr Jack's songI Want to Get BetterOrWild Wild WomanBy Your SmithOr Forest WhitakerBy Bad BooksDo you have any regrets?

Solo doloAlright v12 질러 rari 올라타 it 's not 2seaterBluetooth만 있음 거기에 기거악 질러버리고 금단 이겨넷 위로 surfin'나 홀로 컬킨Flex 조절해가며 이 꽉 물고 버팀분노 조율은꼭대기 층에서 건샷 파우 in 아라사카 타워작업하기 싫어 끄적이지 서른번집에 박혀있어 매일 밤 여름부터 겨울놀러간지 오래 어색해져 내 걸음걸이사람 늘어나면 입 막은 다음 먹어 겁Gb on the track 한테 비트 받아 VIPPandemic에도 일 쿠gie종식을 기다려 코vid얼른 공연 뛰고 싶어 빨리I don't need a break1년 째 우린 prepareWe never stop it절대 안 무릎 꿇기에 유지해 cocky대기업 토사구팽 난 살아남지더 덤덤히 올려 턱 잘 지나간 tough thingsFa we mob too heavy1 chance 2 fails 세번째에 take it쉽게 오지 않을 때니 신중히 해어릴 때에 부터 나는 too many fails okay때려 밟기 딱 좋은 날씨개고생하며 살기 딱 좋은 방식어쩌겠어 아무도 날 못 막지나 같은 미친놈은 못 봤지몸에 새긴 흉터처럼 노빠꾸지이번 촬영 장면은 폭발씬풀 악셀 휠 스핀 뒷바퀴두려움 시동 키는 순간 빠이빠이다 계산해 아직 못한 pay back높이 쌓아야 해 cheese 백배로무대로 버는 앨범은 zero 새로 계획 세워Pedal to the metal 또 이제로만들어 나의 season 겹친C-O-V-I-D 19 좁아 설자리So fuck everythingI just makin' ma new album이걸 보여주길 바래 so please mask on모두의 입술 막힌 정돈 94나머지 6으로 숨쉴 수 밖에 밖에 서로가거릴 두지 이대로는 너의 향길 잊을 것만 같아맞댔던 손과 함성 I'm about to lose you다 잘 될 거라는 말들은 첫눈 같아밟히고 더럽혀져 반짝거림 그저 잠깐마지막 첫눈을 찾은 섬에 우산 펴이곳에 너흴 초대할게 살아남아 we need love마스크 쓰면 안 보일 줄 알아코로나보다 무서운 게 뭔지 알아소문의 소문 소문 퍼트리는 사람너네 친구 혹은 너 너 왜 그러고 살아너무 많은 사람 만나 이미 퍼질대로 퍼져나라도 그러기 싫어 인사도 좀 물러서거리두기 우린 외로워져아쉬워도 풀릴 때까지만 기다려줘Covid 19 got me mo'fuckin' blue테스토스테론 수치 낮아지는 중닫혀버린 문 쉬지 못해 숨내일 터져버릴지도 몰라 이 우울So I need that 아니 we need that2021 그날을 위해 keep 해놓은 총알이 어느새 20 tracksSo gimme that code clear bitch1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9Sicka on the goosebumps beatAnd its damn fly날리는중 코로나로 받은 스트레스 다이런 존나 힙합인 비트면 let's bounce코로나만 아님 모든 위문열차 내 차지돈으로 환산하면 이건 거의 잭팟꼬리물고 끝이없는 나쁜생각내년엔 쓰자Passport get your get your mask on마시고 싶어 현기증 나는 무대 위의 공기또 듣고 싶어 함성 날 미치게 하는 동기한 겨울에도 목줄기를 타고 흐르던 봄비그리워 네 손바닥에 느껴졌던 온기하나 같은 둘 완벽한 콤비는죽은 듯 sweet home굶주린 zombie칼 가는 중 마이크 match 복식복귀와 동시에 오직 우리가 독식난 보고 싶어 밤바다난 갇혀 있어 내 방 방바닥장판에 딱 눌어붙어 있다간무대 하나 없이 내 혓바닥 딱딱해져가자영업자 한숨 모두 킥킥발로 차버리자 마치 베컴 프리킥Virus kill dry your tears모두 다 happy new yearsFuck corona 여전히 I'm ballin'개인적인 수입은 아마도 비밀Prison break 찍고 다시 여기 길거리Trapin' hard bition gang gang gang with it그러니 걱정하지마 we gon' take it harderWe gon' make it hotter지켜봐 진짜로Mask on 어디를 가던지 내 음악 계속나올거야 everyone stay strong어떤 의미론 I've been quarantinin' for years은둔자의 삶을 살기로 했기에I've been staying lowGoing through my train of thoughts매일 곡 쓰며 거의 감옥 된 이 곳벗어날 날을 고대했지 then the pandemic hit이젠 기도해 나 아닌 모두를 위해서알고 있거든 약자에겐 더 지옥에가까운 걸 ten fingers together올해는 사랑보다는 빨간맛 heart emoji인스타그램엔 취소 뿐인 party postin'내적 댄서들 집은 파리지옥이되고주위 아픈 친구들은 poppin' more pills모일시 적신호해서 2020는 safe home 개인전미디어는 날 경험해 대이변 되있고안 사도 돼 내가 메이커WaitFacebook에서 네이버로 옮겨도내 이름 걸곤 없어 연예인병The frost on you deja vu이번해와는 냉전 도처엔 핵탄두우린 날을세워 때를기다리며 랩할뿐쌓이는 bars 직접나서 없어 대타는계획된듯 역사가될걸 stack 하고날 맞선 모든것들은 check my rules쪽수 믿지마 누가 쫒기었나무사시를 막았던 수십인의 요시오카내 간지는 1단계 2단계 2 5단계 3단계누가 감당해 이건 재난급이지알아서들 판단해소녀들의 눈물이 흘러내려 한강에하지만 쿨함을 유지해 like d o g g어쩌면 병이 아닐까 싶지어쩌면 위급할 수도있지But ion give a 통장내역이 trippyMask off주인공 buffK 힙합퍼가 주는 vaccine stuff신약 party해 (지금)네 머리에 memory해 (right now)내가 원하는 것은격리해제우리가 원하는 것은격리해제다가 올 미래엔 다시 mask off관련주는 사지 않아 그래서우린 결국 이겨낼거야눈물은 아무것도 못 씻어낼거야난 항상 기회를 예의 주시되게 놔 둘 순 없지 가난이 대물림잠들 때 역시 억은 항상 깨 있어우린 그저 멋진 꿈을 꾸면 될 뿐이지몇 달째 trapped again 난 천 번 더 takeWorkin' is not work to me I swear내가 방안에 갇혀 쌓던 패가 replace 구땡But I do it fifty times 마치 mike willSlide for the free pray for the peaceBut we too blind to see that 봐야 해 진실You must mask on evenIf can't see your emoji now해도 보이지 난Good boy syndrome 덮어 mask on못 뚫어 내 표정 뒤에 가린 make upWedaplugg 내가 범인 곧 법인 I told ya말했잖아 째려봐도 못 뚫어 내 표정근데 뭘 그렇게 째려보니 너흰Mask 격리해제 하면 어?

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Forget tomorrowToday isn't goneAfraid of yesterdayScared to be aloneI hear her laughterCrying in the nightDriving me crazyI didn't treat her rightI know she's cryingBut what can I doI'm a fool for tryingBut I'm still in love with youI'll buy you flowersPlease just talk to meGirl I am sorryWhy can't you seeDon't walk awayI couldn't take the painPlease won't you stayShelter me from the rainI'm losing my mindWe must stay togetherDeath did us apartJust you and I foreverI did everything a man could doRoses wine and understandingMaybe I wasn't always at homeBut you were always on my mindWhile I was at workYou where at home playingOne day I caught youCaught you red-handedI care so muchCaring over took my mindIt's a release to know now he's deadBut my good name has now been brandedYou know a wise man once saidAnd I quoteI'd kill myself for youBut I'd kill you for myselfAnd I didSitting in this cellFeeling no remorseEveryone I lovedTheir lives I've destroyedI think of youLying in your graveI get so hornyYour body I still craveThey say I'm sickStrap me in this chairNO rhyme no reasonAnd I do not careI stand accusedFrightened from the truthDarkness takes controlThe night is my proofDanger hangs aroundExploding in my mindI've got to break freeAnd leave the past behindThrough the streets I walk aloneOn the prowl - I search for manWeary from the broken bonesI've traveled far to make my standCourt is in sessionDefendant please riseYou must face the verdictDefendant must dieTwenty four eyes ago I was free to killDreaming of acquittalSo I sharpen up my skillIf I am freed - I will stalk your happy homeYour blood will be mineYour last breath I will ownCourt is in sessionDefendant please riseYou must face the verdictDefendant must dieThrough the streets I walk aloneOn the prowl - I searched for manWeary from the broken bonesI've traveled far to make my standCourt is in sessionDefendant please ruseYou must face the verdictDefendant must dieCourt is in sessionDefendant you will riseYou must face the judgmentDefendant you will dieAs an example of isolationI will have no tranquilityLeft all aloneTo die with myself the masterAll my hopes and dreamsHave been shatteredBy my own self pityLying in my bedTo die with myself the masterThere I must schemeIt might be all I have leftIn my lifeCaptured in my mind you seeFoolish thoughts of revenge for meKnowing in my heart I trustBuried alive underneath the dustMasterMaster of my dreamsI must stand to be understoodMasterMaster of my dreamsI'm the evil in this neighborhoodMasterMaster of my dreamsI would awaken if I thought I couldTrapped inside my mind you runHating you was so much funKnowing in my heart I fearI will kill if I escape from hereMasterMaster of my dreamsI must stand to be understoodMasterMaster of my dreamsI'm the evil in this neighborhoodMasterMaster of my dreamsI would awaken if I thought I couldI walked the streetsWith her blood on my handsSEARCHING FOR MY IDENTITYI climb the wallsOf this forbidden landSEARCHING FOR SOME MORALITYTorturing thoughts keep haunting meI pray to my god to set me freeSearching my soul crucifying meI pray to my god to let me beI see the lightAT the end of the darkGod knows the truthIt's within your heartHours passing by so slowlyIt's ticking Ticking my time awayHours passing by so slowlyAs the hours passI ask myself; why the sands of time won't stayReliving the pain that's inside my headCutting loose the strings that bind meSometimes I think I'm better off to be deadBegging you to please unwind meI see the lightAt the end of the darkGod knows the truthIts within your heartHours passing by so slowlyIt's ticking Ticking my time awayHours passing by so slowlyAs the hours passI ask myself; why the sands of time won't stayLife used to be so excitingI GAVE YOU MY HEARTI GAVE YOU MY SOULYOU TOOK IT AWAYAND TOOK TO THE ROADLife used to be so invitingI GAVE YOU MY LOVEI GAVE YOU MY LIFEI HAD TO KILL YOUJUST TO KEEP YOU MY WIFEHours passing by so slowlyIt's ticking Ticking my time awayHours passing by so slowlyAs the hours passI ask myself; why the sands of time won't stayIt's ticking my time awayI woke upAbout a quarter 'till threeA cold and stenchy sweatWas pouring off of meDangerWhen I looked into his eyesI heard a strangerSaid BC you're gonna dieI heard him cry off into the nightHeading for the door by candle lightCOFFIN MAKERHAMMER A NAIL FOR MECOFFIN MAKERDIG A HOLE REAL DEEPCOFFIN MAKERHAMMER A NAIL FOR MECOFFIN MAKERTHE DEVIL IS PLAYING FOR KEEPSI saw a shadowWanting me to follow himBut I knew betterMy power was running thinDangerWhen I asked him for his nameI heard a strangerBC why are you so VainI saw him walk through the brightest fireTremble with fear as the flames rose higherCOFFIN MAKERHAMMER A NAIL FOR MECOFFIN MAKERPOLISH UP THAT PINECOFFIN MAKERHAMMER A NAIL FOR MECOFFIN MAKERDEATH IS CLOSE BEHINDI seen within his red glareI'm trapped inside this evil stareI scream for him to let me goIs this a dream will I ever knowI woke upAt the crack of dawnScared to deathIS he really goneCoffin makerSizing a box for meCoffin Maker hammer a nail for meCOFFIN MAKERHAMMER A NAIL FOR MECOFFIN MAKERPOLISH UP THAT PINECOFFIN MAKERHAMMER A NAIL FOR MECOFFIN MAKERDEATH IS CLOSE BEHINDOUR FATHER - WHO IS IN HEAVENPLEASE PLEASEGET ME OUT OF THIS HELLRun to your motherLet her know that you are goneIt breaks her heartTo be left all aloneInside the darknessEvil casts its ugly stoneSHE sees the hardnessof the ruler on his throneTURN ON THE LIGHTSTo DarknessSO THE BLIND CAN SEEBORN INTO DARKNESSDESTROYEDIN FRONT OF MERun for your lifeGET away if you canBurdens your soulTurns a boy into a manInside the darknessEvil rears its ugly headPray for tomorrowCos tonight you could be deadTURN ON THE LIGHTSTO DARKNESSSO THE BLIND CAN SEEBORN INTO THE DARKNESSALL DESTROYEDIN FRONT OF MEIn their eyes I can do no wrongThis world is mine - the land my throneI rule your soul with a clad iron fistDisobey me!

Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais zikxoOuais, ouais, ouais, ouais29, ouais, ouais, ouaisJ'commence tranquilleSur 10 minutes, j'les plie, j'rappliqueJ'enfile mes cramponsY a plus d'petit's, désormais c'est nousLes grands pas d'manager, pied-de-bicheDes paires de gantsOn m'écoute près d'CaenCerveau missile sur tous les cancresBondy Sud té-ciJ'savais même pas qu'on coûtait tantTu vois l'amour sur tous lesCorps, qu'ils nous aiment pasMe saoulez pasReste accroché comme de la glueC'est nos pieds qui marchent sur les corpsT'as l'temps d'faire Bondy-AbidjanJuste au studio, trois verres de JackM'amène sur Planète PlutonJ'brasse des ronds et y a plus d'chatteSur la capitale capuché pourAller coucher deux-trois schmit'sOn s'est pas trop fait débaucherMais notre avenir est tout tracéParce qu'on est déterminésEt qu'on prend pas la piluleOn a l'AK Killer, et la maîtrise à 'ky LukeVisage pied sur un kickMais c'est pas du karatéC'est quatre loubards qui t'mêlent etQui fume un pétard aprèsCul posé dans l'canapéOn sert bien à quelque choseJ'fais du putain d'gros sonEt du cristal morceauOuais laisse une taf mon sosJ'déboîte comme 4-MotionJ'ai pas fait gaffeTensions causées par l'tas d'mentionsSur les réseaux, ma meuf me pisteParce que j'découpe des pucellesC'est pas qu'j'veux vendreDes disques pourFaire ber-tom l'pognon du cielVous avez pas l'habitudeÇa c'est d'la hagra qui tueVi-ser en bonne quantité etD'quoi pas s'faire acquitterJ'ressens les ondes inquiétéesLame s'élève comme un cutterPour comprendreIl t'faut du temps parce queT'es qu'un trou du culOuais négro c'est l'heure, tous tesGars sont morts là, ouais ouais ouaisÇa a bossé dur à la recherche de l'or manOublie les remordsRemémore-toi les moments où yAvait que la monnaieQuand les Soleils sont différentsQu'ils niquent la peau sous monoïEn dérapage, t'es jnounéTu fais plus rien d'tes journéesÀ part critiquer les voisins etDébattre sur les journauxEh l'amie j'te trouve jolieJ'tourne pas avec des enjoliveursJ'suis un putain d'moteur puissant quiVa t'réchauffer l'cul l'hiverJ'découpe le flow d'ton idoleJ'suis l'reflet d'sa nullitéIls ont plus trop d'nouvelles de moiLes gens qui voient qu'l'utilitéÀ sept, on farme l'unitéBondy ne fait que m'imiterJ'ai toujours l'même comitéQu'tu saches qu'on est très limitésOn fait des transac' d'idéesJ'pense à la rentrée en étéOn laisse plus rien passer etLa concurrence en étatJeunesse perdue, survêt', splif au becParce que d'puis qu'on est p'tit'sIls nous font croire qu'il faut s'taireMais c'est hors de questionDébordement d'pressionVoix fixée dans l'caissonPour à la fin encaisserVérité sur caisse claireAucun peut contesterAucun manque de respectQue des manèges orchestrésVenu choquer l'industrieAvec des moteurs ajustésRap Bondy, tu grattes du styleOn bicravera pas du théFaut marcher l'poing levéFaire partir dose dans l'neuvièmeAttiré par l'appât du bléMais on sait qu'ça va pas durerPends-toi aux cordes du ring, troloC'est l'bruit du drift motoVif sur tes p'tit's potos, au ralentiVa pas trop vite, molloTu vas t'souvenir d'mon nomJ'arrive en kit clodo, j'repars en bifJ'débarque en ville, j'regarde personnePlus rien à faireMoi, les mecs que j'considèreIls sont dans mes clipsDes vrais bonshommesDu Sud au Nord ça parle pas tropDes mecs déter'Tous étonnants qu'ils s'voient trinquerSur un paquebotDécoupe des rimes mec, que des rimes mecJ'suis un fucking kickeur nique les rivauxOuais j'vise que l'pognon à Kylie JennerRelève-toi mec, t'endors pas mecFais c'qui t'plaît cousinDéboîte leur barème belleck aux projectilesÇa part vite du haut des gradinsÇa va glisser sur l'terrainOn est la street qui t'fait déraperPeuvent plus rien contre moiOn a beaucoup trop d'pointsMon cerveau vous contrôleVous avez pas l'air contentsJ'vous baise, ouais tous un par unJ'vais kicker des prods vénères dans l'sudJ'remonte à ParisRedéclenchement d'carrièreAvenir passé séparésObjectif se barrer, avec chacun ses partsMon ami, j't'avais prévenuFreestyles Temps en continuMaintenant, y a d'quoi continuerToi tu t'demandes c'est quand qu'il loupePaires de loupes, ouais j'vous voisV'là les bouffonsJ'ouvre sur vous mon putain d'flowTellement petit qu'j'vous souhaite bon ventPrends l'volant, au voleurJ'suis l'rappeur qui en vaut deuxHold-up dans ce putain d'rapEt toutes vos idoles envoléesMoi, faut m'parler en monnaieToi tu t'dis "faut qu'j'luiJette mon œil"Lendemain, j'suis à Saint-Domingue j'dorsDans putain d'pièce embaumée en grosLes gens pensent que les autresVont tout leur donnerÇa sera jamais des légendesP'tite claque sur la joue ordonnéeFaire cake mes sons, de m'appeler BossJ'sais rapper sombre, j'sais tarter çaJ'suis pas très sobre, j'suis bien pé-saJ'ai verre d'alcool et joint pistacheP'tite rafale combo, et puis cadavre comboRien à foutre d'ton bout d'tehJ'veux des bouts d'terrain29 Temps et j'réalise tes rêvesBande d'assistésJ'ai plus d'estime envers les racistesBande de fils de pute (Bande de fils de pute)Bande de fils de pute, j'leur disJ'fais deux fois plus de thunesJ'vous encule tranquillement, nonJ'vous tendrai pas la percheDis pas aux gens qu'tu m'cherchesJ'en ai rien à faireLéchez-moi la verge, grisé par l'averseJ'déploie un versetAutour du champ lexical d'un ramasséOuais le Z rappe à l'ancienneRépare pas les pots cassésLa p'tite paire de mocassinsJ'ai bossé ma haine comme CasselLaissez nous Dieu par amourEt nous venger par elleJ'décide d'retour à la source et j'enVois plein qui font pareilJ'ai la rage de fouTah les ravages de foudrePlus rien à foutre, plus rien à foutreC'est triste à direMais y a que ça qui nous animeAllez, retour en métroTu t'mets à réfléchir toute la nuitPense à percevoir la luneMais c'est que l'reflet du mondeDans lequel on vit du moinsDans lequel survit tout pauvreJ'ai trop d'trucs à direIls rappent pour la BugattiLe rappeur qu'tu kiffesIl reconnaît même plus l'quartierC'est des fils de puteGang bang sur tout l'cartelOn reste soudés comme du carboneAussi givrés qu'du PicardLa vengeance débarque, écarte lesFaut toujours faire les bons choixDeux chemins à prendre comme les kehAvec les secrets gardésÇa avance en troupe dans les terresTrop d'flow en réalitéJ'arrive pas à m'faire à l'idéeLes p'tites chouraves à Lidl finissentPar vendre litron d'pureLa même mentalité que lesPlus grands à l'époqueLe taux d'mortalitéGravé en mémoire sous les peauxTout l'rap français va s'faire froisserÇa vient d'Bondy comme MbappéDans l'rap j'suis FrazierÇa va s'lancer, rap à l'ancienneGrâce à çaJ'compterai billets couleur arc-en-cielNon on prend pas d'vacancesVi-ser dans l'14J'ai sassé ma cons' plaquée dans l'caleçonVivement qu'tout ça s'arrêteTrop d'larmes dans la rétineParfois j'pense à rienParfois j'pense à rer-tiPuis j'pense à aprèsEt j'me dis qu'faut des thunesIls en valent pas la peineN'y coupe pas l'appétitSinon j'les aurais déjà fumésCes fils de puteJ'vais déclencher la fureurJusqu'à qu'j'entendeDes "Zik s'te plaît"J'vais pas les laisser m'stopperRafales d'air pures comme MustangDirection Vegas, ouais décapoté amuse-toiP'tit bâtard qui suce, qu'est-ce tuCrois qu'tu sais sur moi, hein?

TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE(Peter Sando)I just can’t wait for thisI just can’t wait for thatI keep on checkin’ that old clock on the walla watched pot never cooksno time write my bookand in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at allTime Waits For No Onea year goes by in the wink of an eyeTime Waits For No Oneyou know I’m gonna love you‘til the day I dieLife sweet as the day is longI just can’t wait ‘til dawnanticipating what thefates will allowwe’ve been through this beforeI never could find a curebut that was then this is nowTime Waits For No Onea year goes by in the wink of an eyeTime Waits For No Oneyou know I’m gonna love you‘til the day I dieI want to capture the momentI‘m going to live for todaytomorrow’s never what wethought it would bedon’t want to waste my timeholdin’ on to yesterdayAnother New Year’s Evemy heart is on my sleeveI just can’t help the way I’m feeling insideyou count the seconds downyou’re listenin’ for the soundbut the world keeps turningand there’s no place to hideTime Waits For No Onea year goes by in the wink of an eyetime waits for no oneyou know I’m gonna love you‘til the day I dieAFRAID OF THE DARK(Peter Sando)Your eyes were wide openas they struggled just to seethe stranger in the moonlightand who he could not beyou took my handit was just a walk in the park‘twas then I realizedyou were Afraid Of The DarkYou worship the morningbask in the sunbut there’s no need to gamblewhen you’ve already wonyou’ll never knowwhat it’s like to cling to a sparkand it’s hard to live alonewhen you’re Afraid Of The DarkThis world is insane a flickering flamemoving yet going nowhereyou look for a sound it turns you aroundyou reach but there’s nobody thereI stand alone in the twilightI walk a fine lineall love is abandonedI’ve turned my back on timethe evening’s refrainputs a chill deep in my heartI was blind to let you gonow I’m Afraid Of The DarkAfraid Of The DarkSALLY HEMINGS(Peter Sando)Born as a slave Sally Hemings came of ageknowing only to obeystrange as it seems just a child of fifteentrapped in a passion playOld Master Tom he was wise to be gonewhen the grapes grew on the vinehalf sister of his wifeSally served him through lifeas a secret concubineTho’ words that he wrote would endureequality life and libertyit goes against the grainand the tick and the tockof the two-faced clockcan drive a man insaneTime passes slow down on Mulberry Rowwhere sorrow never endsoff in the night to the north pass for whitenever to be heard from againTho’ words that he wrote would endurehumanity owned as propertyit goes against the grainand the tick and the tockof the two-faced clockcan drive a man insaneTom chose to die on the 4th of Julyas they gathered round his bedSally lit the flame to protect his good nameand the letters never were readTho’ words that she wrote would implorethey sold the slavesnow he turns in his graveas the tourists stop and starewhile Sally rests in peace‘neath the Hampton Innand nobody knows that she’s thereBRIGHT HEADLIGHTS(Peter Sando)Cruisin’ down on Main Streetlookin’ for a thrillI was being followed by ayellow Coupe De Villenow she had a reputationfor driving pretty fastit may not be the first timebut it might be the lastThen she gave me the Bright Headlightsshe was blowin’ her hornshe said move on overbut I just kept on goin’Stopped at a stoplightgive a little gunI rolled down my window she said“we can have some fun”I thought about the last timeand the time beforeMy face turned red the light turned greenand I put it to the floorThen she gave me the Bright Headlightsshe was blowin’ her hornshe said move on overbut I just kept on goin’Soft shoulders dangerous curveswhispers in my ear three little wordsbut my momma once told mewhen love ain’t realkeep your eyes on the roadand your hands on the wheelOh I headed for the wilderness highway 46fog as thick as pea soupmy eyes were playin’ tricksit’s a reckless situationto love her is to fear herand all I could see was that solid white lineand that Cadillac in my mirrorThen she gave me the Bright Headlightsshe was blowin’ her hornshe said move on overbut I just kept on goin’JADED LOVE(Peter Sando)How could we mistake this pain for pleasureand tho’ it seems a little crudeyou say “one man’s junk is another’s treasureso enjoy your solitude”I looked into your eyes I thought I saw the futurenow I know it was just the pastI saw myself reduced to some lowly creaturecrawling crying slowly sinking fastIs it the moon not quite fullah, but that was always close enoughis it just a stage that we’re going throughis it me or is it you or is it only Jaded LoveJaded Love Jaded LoveWas I betrayed by all my blindnessand the music in my reverieIs this the price I pay for so much kindnessor a scene from some dark comedyIs it the moon not quite fullah, but that was always close enoughis it just a stage that we’re going throughis it me or is it you or is it only Jaded LoveJaded Love Jaded LoveTHE CROWD GOES WILD(Peter Sando)A loud guitar the superstargets caught up in his own disguiseflying fingers and a monkey on his backright before your eyespraise from the critics hype in the presshis image is perfect but his life is a messand The Crowd Goes WildThe Crowd Goes WildThe Crowd Goes Wild againTrumpets roar the matadorsparkles in grand paradeup to the moment of final truthwhen the kill is finally madean ear for the lady the cape for the kingas kerchiefs and roses pour into the ringand The Crowd Goes WildThe Crowd Goes WildThe Crowd Goes Wild againSpotlights fade the naked young ladyhas tranquilized her pridenow she’s a feast for hungry eyesthere’s no place left to hideshe’d be up on the ladderif she ever had a chancebut she forces a smileand gets lost in the danceand The Crowd Goes WildThe Crowd Goes WildThe Crowd Goes Wild againJump!

YoHey yo, you all remember ShiroDown low the moneySnaked by his girl and the friend he called his right handThings have been different from that day up in his cribWhen he found out the daughter he's been raising wasn't hisWould of never though she was his best friend'sThat pain was so deep he used to pray it would endAttempted suicide like a couple of timesHeart broken so bad he just figured it'd be better if he diedBut God had a plan for himHe used to run it like Nines and had one foot inBut then he quit his day job and he jumped in two feet deepNow he's the biggest drug dealer in these south east streetsBut he had to make it up to the plug thoughBefore Kyle left he took food and didn't pay for the grub yoWay before he ate, he had to move extra weightWhole T up in the trap to make sure that they was straightBut now he's even more caked up than beforeA 100k racks then, well times that by fourAnd he's a bag of youngers that are working for himSay the word and their trigger finger's twerking for himAnd he made them all know, that whoever kills KyleGets 20k cash, no harm, no foulBut makes it real clear not Kiera, not the childYeah, he still loves them both he just won't say it loudHe knows that he's supposed to hate herAnd for the first couple months he didBut its been like a year, hasn't seen, doesn't care, kinda peakHe don't even know how Kyla isHe just sees it as he told Kyle all of his businessAnd he used what he knew just to get her in bedSo he doubled up the score and added on twenty moreTwenty one who finds Kyle and make sure that he's dead (yeah it's on now)Money getting doubled, all the youngers getting madTryna get the drop on Kyle hoping they secure the bagOld yards, old links all the spots they used to jamBut everybody that they ask says they haven't seen the manAnd he's a ghost, on Instagram it's been a year since he postShiro's getting tight, he's been doing the mostThinking this is long and he's about to let it goBut then he sees a private number ringing up his phoneHe picks up but he don't say a wordYe dem ones there you wait for them to speak firstBut no one don't talk so he's about to let it dropBut then he hears a voice that nearly makes his heart stopShiro, it's me, its KieraI'm so sorry, I've done you so wrongI know you must have like a million questionsI'll answer what I can but I can't stay too longThis last year's been the worst of my lifeAnd leaving you was my biggest mistakeKyle hurts me, Shiro he hits meI'm scared Kyla is gonna meet the same fateSo what you don't have the same bloodYou're the only man she's ever called dadIf I stay here I know we're gonna dieShiro, please can you just take us backShiro can't believe that he's been hitting herHe told her he's been missing her and yeah he'll take her backBut Kyle's gotta pay and the only real wayIs if she lines him up to die and he gets every single rack (she agreed)Now Shiro knew exactly where he'd beNext day he's at a rave so he told his young g'sThe very next night, Kyle was leaving the clubBusy chatting to a chick, he didn't see them pulling upThe youngers started firing and letting offKyle he started getting offHe ran ran, they banged bangedThey ain't stopping now until his head is offShiro told 'em dead him offNo matter what just get it offHe's tryna dip but they're tryna hit'Cause that's forward case if they pull it offBut Kyle he got awayThe youngers try to hit him but instead they hit astrayAnd Shiro, he was pissed not only 'cause they missed but them youngers got nickedNow he's worried that they'll snitch (what to do now)He ain't tryna ain't tryna go to jail, figured that he's gotta leave'Til the case is done, he's packing up and moving overseasKiera, Kyla coming too, now Kyle will be the foolSpeaking every day since she called so he knows it's trueHe ain't spoke to Kyla thought, just in case she lets it slipKyle still don't know who it was that tried to him pitchedShiro's gonna finish it but right now he's gotta goKiera says she's ready, got the passports and she's got his doughSo Shiro made his wayIt didn't take long was only twenty miles awayHe sent a little text to let her know that he arrivedShe said she needs some help with the bags, come insideHe steps inside the house and he can't believe his eyesKyle standing there with a gun, he says "surprise"Smile on his face while he stares him in the eyesKyle told him straight, coming here wasn't wise (you're fucked now)Kiera was shouting from behindAnd says I'm so sorry but he forced me to lieAnd said that if I didn't, me and Kyla would dieShiro screams to Kyle, fam just tell me whyKyle says, look I wasn't after your lifeBut you sent them young g's so that's and eye for an eyeShiro said nah, I'm talking way before thatYou already took my life, everything I ever hadFam I gave you anything, I never asked for nothing backI thought you was my brother, how you do me like thatIt wasn't even liked that, she moved to me and that's a factDem times she was your link, I never thought you'll wife thatBut then she got preggs and you was gassed to have the kidSo I decided not to ruin that by saying that I hitFind out that she was mine, but I still let it be'Cause I ain't tryna have a yute, I'm just tryna get the PAnd then you got the plug, and you could've put me inBut you just took me for a mug (but I put you on)Yeah you put me on but only after you was up, we could've worked him togetherBut you'd rather play boss and be the one with all the cheddarSo when Kiera started hitting me upI saw an opportunity to get my money up, I only wanted the stacksShe ain't even all thatAnd as for Kyla, that girl there needs a slapShiro he just snaps, he spears in to Kyle so hard he drops the strapPunch after punch he wants to feel that face crackKyle getting battered man, his skin all turned blackThen Kiera gets the gun and tells Shiro get backShiro's getting mad, he doesn't understandHe steps away from Kyle and he just lets his head handHe closes his eyes and all he hears is two bang (ahh)Kiera shot Kyle in his shoulder and his handShiro told him straight, look I'll finish you offUnless you give up all your cash, everything that you gotKyle gives it up, a 150k sumThey leave with the bag left him bleeding and rotHe told her calm down, she was still shaken upShe told him that she's sorry, never meant to set him upHe over heard the call and put the gun to my gutsSaid to tell him what I know or he's gonna shoot me upAnd Kyla yeah she still at her friendsBut he said he'd go there and put her life to an endI was sick of all the fear, always had him in my headSo I told you get back so I could just shoot him deadBut please don't believe what he saidIt was always him tryna get me into bedAnd I swear I regret it everyday So just tell me now, should I come or should I stay?

Será pelos atos mais dignos e em consonância com seus valores intrínsecos, mas esquecidos, que ahumanidade encontrará sua elevação.4) EnergiaQuando há atenção em passar pelo mundo sem feri-lo, entrar em relacionamentos sem machucá-los, pode ser que vocênão evite todos os obstáculos, mas certamente as circunstânciasda sua vida vão começar a se abrir como súditos que se curvampara deixar o rei passar.