| M2C wires
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| The Connected Smala'
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| Cesarean records
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| La Smala there, we're here
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| We are there
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| S.E.Y.T.E, 2009
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| Me, I'm not completely crazy, not completely drunk
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| But think what you want, the truth I don't care
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| I'll even rap without you, I hit weeks without money
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| I would do what there is to do even if it means ending up in the dark
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| Only everything, I don't speak much but I see everything
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| The dirty tricks of the jealous who covet my assets
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| I'm affected, but wait, that's not all
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| It's the babtou too clever to hear these whores
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| That's it, I want champagne in the morning
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| Dirty guys, full of money shit we do it well
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| Love is all well and good, but it doesn't pay for food
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| I lose the ball for 1000 balls, I animate your boom
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| Hard to see the future with so many erasures
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| Mistakes go on like nomenclature
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| I don't get your delirium, I haven't learned anything since I can read
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| It's dirty as we grow old, don't think I embellish myself
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| Our daily lives are aç, we must not play the ace
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| We are gifted but know that we fail alas
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| Everything is gray in the sky, Marie-Jeanne in the veins
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| We are nothing without it, because we forget the essential
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| And they wonder why I don't talk
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| But in them nothing attracts me
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| 'Cause I'm alone in my head and I have nothing to say
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| Alcohol takes its toll, so you know
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| I just forgot all the rules that I was taught
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| You vomited then excused yourself
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| I apologize anyway
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| To all the bros I insulted
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| Fooling around is tempting but now I think I get it
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| You can find your face bleeding in a puddle of piss
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| Need tan on my face, cash on my visa
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| Bullet for the cops, toch in my cigar
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| I only have sex on my plasma, drool on my mattress
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| Smex on my way, no checkout so I go back on my feet
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| I go home, I eat, I sleep, I get up, I eat, I go out
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| My daily life is this, my daily life is this
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| I go home, I eat, I sleep, I get up, I eat, I go out
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| My daily life is like this
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| Why am I only talking about myself, why am I not making a story
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| I share my experience so that people see themselves as in the mirror
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| Because we are men, before we are white or black, yeah
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| I understand those who no longer have hope in their drawer
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| Living your own conscience is already complex enough
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| So I'm looking for common sense, convex ideas
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| I'm like XXX, put things in context
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| To reach the most minds with my verb, sure
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| I don't rap to please, it's humanitarian
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| Consider that my rhymes are without borders
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| A few dollars for a snare drum
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| We do with the means at hand
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| Slow departure because tricard to starboard
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| Few gent-ar but never mind, I'm positive
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| With my team, I take hearing aids
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| You crunch the iv' or not, each his domain
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| The main thing is the atmosphere that takes us for a walk
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| Listen well I'm taking you for a ride in my infernal spiral
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| Where it gets serious, when it stinks of dirty freestyle
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| When it smokes, brews and raps in the same cellar
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| When it stinks of vice because of dirty business
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| I transcribe my thoughts, taf when I'm dark
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| Relentless, like a fucking worn out hyena
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| I'm twenty years old and little by little I'm already starting to wear out
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| I tell myself that it's high time to start to moult
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| But I'm good at having fun
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| Every night I take off on my rocket
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| Shit I'm out of thoughts, my mind's gonna leave my mind
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| I have to fill up quickly to finish what I have to say
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| I go home, I eat, I sleep, I get up, I eat, I go out
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| My daily life is like this
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| I go home, I eat, I sleep, I get up, I eat, I go out
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| My daily life is like this
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| Send a sheet a bic that I dramatize your decor
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| Around here, it's misery but there's still hope
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| So throw a beat, let's put it back on the sound wave
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| We have too much to say to calm us down, it has to come out
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| You know, we don't care if it pays off
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| The important thing is that behind all our brothers, they support us
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| Because we relate well the way we behave
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| Where you wonder why we act like this
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| Probably because we stay free and it sticks in your throat
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| My team has talent I would even say that it is full of it
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| Where in your eyes we're just a bunch of barges
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| A bunch of scoundrels just good enough to rot in a cage, don't worry
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| We don't give a fuck, we prefer to blacken the pages
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| It's a magic trick, we create gold with rage
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| Like what, everything is possible even swimming
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| I already told you, at home we work hard |