| We're up and running, that's what matters
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| And we feel so good we can touch the sky
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| Even if most of the time we are often sheref and sherel
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| We will have it, our revenge awaiting laïcel
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| Operational is the essential
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| And we feel so good we can touch the sky
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| Even if most of the time we are often sheref and sherel
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| We will have it, our revenge awaiting laïcel
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| Why don't we end it sympathetically or
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| Do you want it to end tragically John Woo?
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| Eh flattering that you say of me that I am an artist
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| And that I swing in front of my white sheet like an otist
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| I exist, other than because I am imposed free
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| And my pen does more damage than a big gun
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| On that I don't want your rat face on my posters, laïsters
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| It would hurt my heart like the imposters
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| Unlikely to improve on clothes
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| My kiff, it's just doing my job on sounds that shoot
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| The distant look, when I was in trouble, where were you?
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| Don't be surprised that on my doormat instead of welcome, you read fuck you
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| You can say this and that, we're op' that's the main thing
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| Filed at the CSA they know that we come to bleed the Sacem
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| Assassin rhymer even if I pass my skeud without worries
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| In an annoying mood because still not ready to know
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| Got my concept, lyrical warrior, on a mission, 7/7
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| Even on holidays, furious, no time to joke
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| Time is serious, your phases go badly
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| I arrive digestive like Perrier
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| Haroun, the best kept secret in Paris
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| Head cutter, profile scred like Mata Hari
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| You can always pull out your science, your big theories
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| Operational since my 1st in Paris
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| We're up and running, that's what matters
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| And we feel so good we can touch the sky
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| Even if most of the time we are often sheref and sherel
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| We will have it, our revenge awaiting laïcel
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| Operational is the essential
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| And we feel so good we can touch the sky
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| Even if most of the time we are often sheref and sherel
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| We will have it, our revenge awaiting laïcel
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| Nothing to do with the stars, I fuck the shit up in their Monopoly
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| I come here to grab everything, rap, work in the ophelia
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| I'm the stranger that we don't expect in these evenings
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| But when I get there, they say, who the fuck is that?
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| Hamed-Koma, I'm not a madman or a sweet dreamer
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| But they'll all shout in heart, the scred connection 4 ever
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| Oh yeah, you have to dream
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| And then fuck all these fake rivals
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| All these bastards, making money off a fake level
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| I didn't come in force, and in front of the danger, I never lower my arms
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| Never underestimate the potential of a guy from Barbès
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| Microphone plugged in, danger, every rhyme is a shot of shlas
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| In the supposed rap, they say that I am one of the most senças'
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| As soon as I took the microphone, you were waiting for tender words
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| But my rap is not happy
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| Describes rain more than good weather
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| Operational, even, morale low
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| No need to change my mind
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| A short week in Cuba
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| Me, I pulled the sticks and fixed my wheel
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| I make war without cannons on those who want to block my path
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| I play for hours before I go to bed
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| I tell myself that I have to go
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| I want to shine for my talent like Mohamed Ali
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| Oh yeah, I'm fierce
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| Since music charmed me
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| I like the bass the clik the boxes and the charles
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| Seems he doesn't look good
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| My pencil but the auto-prod beats with its own wings
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| Like a butterfly
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| We're up and running, that's what matters
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| And we feel so good we can touch the sky
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| Even if most of the time we are often sheref and sherel
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| We will have it, our revenge awaiting laïcel
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| Operational is the essential
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| And we feel so good we can touch the sky
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| Even if most of the time we are often sheref and sherel
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| We will have it, our revenge awaiting laïcel |