| Get closer and zoom in,
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| find it's more like it used to be, since my sales and the rap has
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| gummed up.
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| Crazy phases since my joint rolled, I burped my roast chicken
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| and spit out two trefoil.
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| Audiophonic mchoui, if we are rich?
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| Yeah ! |
| Since our lands are oil and ruby you know who I am;
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| automatic for those fleeing,
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| my fucking gun the road is long from Boulogne Rome,
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| and I have to emerge victorious from a defeat,
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| he who doesn't want to spend the winter in a tank top, he who we incarcerate,
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| stupid to fuck his life on a whim
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| Too many do it, tear off their droppings with a cleaver.
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| Peek right, send the puree to the extreme.
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| It's their floor, Eh ngro! |
| It's time to eat,
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| Burn their sperm samples, weld their pussies
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| we're not going to calm down man, it's no use you talking.
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| Believe my experience, from an informed people, it's B.2.O., I'm 423 years old.
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| So listen well Hauts d'Seine department, you want to stop my crew but you're going
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| do how?
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| So it costs a lot, my name sticks on all the walls of 16 Les Halles,
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| nigga are you deaf or what? |
| We are there
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| So cost well, an unsociable, unstable rap; |
| the sound that makes a cable pop
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| So cost well, khro, we've come a long way, cost well...
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| I don't like to fight like a rag,
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| I prefer to shoot you because that's how people in my area do, 100−8 Zoo
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| Feet in gold to the throat, vote to take the pigs to the morgue,
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| quickly here it's dead tell them that my race is cursed, hokh
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| I had my throne in the trm I'm hardcore like all these words said.
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| Cap lowered in my car, because they control it, accuse wrong,
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| my logo, the polo players the alligators
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| Molotov rhymes with town hall, post office, country
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| Showing off without being a boss, I was a king without Z3, a rat without help,
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| on the run, so I tear myself away in Z8 my race in the village.
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| So listen well Hauts d'Seine department, you want to stop my crew but you're going
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| do how?
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| So it costs a lot, my name sticks on all the walls of 16 Les Halles,
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| nigga are you deaf or what? |
| We are there
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| So cost well, an unsociable, unstable rap; |
| the sound that makes a cable pop
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| So cost well, khro, we've come a long way, cost well...
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| My raps say it all, my teflon clothes.
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| Gaze your head go make love with a shard on one of my sounds;
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| J.B. in the guts, I'm in the boxes, the slaps and the numbers
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| I wear the kevlar of the llage-vi;
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| yet I don't think these bastards come to me in town.
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| double-edged sword, delinquency in singing,
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| I arrive deep in the bends, turns in the red but civilis,
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| n in a target, got my cord cut with a saw, nine months in a bunker,
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| the middle finger standing, the daron spat into a magazine.
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| My bag of beu, dgrain to better unsheath the whores at the kin,
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| men in Guinea.
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| Dangerous phrases, there's still room in my locker
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| a rhetorical revolution, M.C. performing on my drum sound.
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| Nothing to beat, here it is rhyme crime dibiterie.
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| So listen well Hauts d'Seine department, you want to stop my crew but you're going
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| do how?
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| So it costs a lot, my name sticks on all the walls of 16 Les Halles,
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| nigga are you deaf or what? |
| We are there
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| So cost well, an unsociable, unstable rap; |
| the sound that makes a cable pop
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| So cost well, khro, we've come a long way, cost well... |