| I'm 19 so it's been 19 years that I see a horde of kids
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| Always pacing down and never out of the way
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| We see too many leaps in vice, it seems that this is life
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| A fate badly washed as many ge-ra as when I kissed the windows
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| Tears and ink I have full jumps
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| The noose is tightening because in our cities it's hot without money
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| A leap into vice I describe a life that turns into a real session-mi
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| I make pictures with dots like an impressionist
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| I don't go to class anymore, it's too bad balls, I take the shortcuts
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| The school is only a ter-ter protect yourself from the blows of saws
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| My guys hurry up, boring life like the hunt and fish chain
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| We want to break into the sound for that the female dogs have to let go of the poles
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| Become king of the ce-vi, I want my fingers on the money
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| A jump in the vice you arrive too late like a cop car
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| What do you want me to think when the greatest make a career in
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| the arcene
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| A leap into vice at night, I fall asleep calculating the recipe
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| A leap into vice because worries love you
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| A leap into vice and I see too many young people who play the suicidal
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| Company products, there are no autodidacts
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| A leap into vice, it's not their fault if my friends zigzag
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| A leap into vice because worries love you
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| A leap into vice and I see too many young people who play the suicidal
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| A leap into vice... it smells like shit
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| All the time the same, I'll get out of it by lighting the fuse
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| A leap into vice in lack of windfall, we dream of an obese life
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| When even the sosses envy you, we want to export ourselves as an au pair
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| Until Auber we roll people and there's no mix
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| There's nothing but guys thrown, forced to excite me in my xtes-te
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| My will, I don't want to write it, it's like a German test
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| Dumber than before still in the rap and no text to sell
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| Vengeance Gone Wrong à la Uma Thurman
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| And I assure you we won't take anything, neither my blade nor my ture-see
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| It's going expensive-mar we rap, we ball-die at my house
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| Mechanical rhyme because in my head I have a Chinese abacus
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| Paris nord is biz and cops even if it's not L. A
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| It's not Dijon mate the pigeons it's all winged rats
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| Hash and weed don't make up for life
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| Some people think breaded fish can be caught on the line
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| And it's always the same, we're all screwed
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| I extend mine with the hatred and the appetite of the teeth of the sea
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| A leap into vice because worries love you
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| A leap into vice and I see too many young people who play the suicidal
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| Company products, there are no autodidacts
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| A leap into vice, it's not their fault if my friends zigzag
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| A leap into vice because worries love you
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| A leap into vice and I see too many young people who play the suicidal
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| A leap into vice... it smells like shit
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| All the time the same, I'll get out of it by lighting the fuse
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| I understood one thing: that in our pockets there is no money by magic
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| Why my music feeds your mind well like basmati rice
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| Hey pass my tise, rather listen to what we do on Verbatim
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| I see my brothers leaving, slipping away like Verbol Keent
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| In such-ho as on TV there are anal contacts
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| I want to see the end of the tunnel, not like Diana
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| The joy I would like to buy it but I don't think I have enough
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| I have to tear myself away, dreams are counted in percent of THC
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| You're dry it's the zeb that rots your brain
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| It's the zerm always the same never at your service
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| The condés are good only to take my pieces of caramel
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| Leave me the bedo, there are pedos hanging around on CaraMail
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| I get hateful and it's the whores' fault
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| Memories of the past loose texts and some pictures of trains
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| A leap into vice is prison and thrill
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| It's personal me even I know why I wrote it sound |