| Wesh 3amou don't come to be tender, what title do you want to claim?
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| I rewrite the verse of my life every eleventh day of September
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| Your team I jump, So not difficult XXX
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| 93,000 damage, Djaza-Djazareal negga
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| Hey colleague works on your texts, it's not my fault if I'm in the way
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| Majors, managers, I'm even afraid of this fucking oxygen
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| To cover yourself with the waistcoat, you don't wait for winter to strike
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| I'll be the champion as I hear it: the one who doesn't listen to anyone
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| Let the weak resolve, hurt in my quest
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| The blind pass by, and the die-hards in the party
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| Let them die: don't give a fuck
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| May they take the lightning well, spit the gunpowder
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| I rap with a bullet in the head
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| Let the weak resolve, hurt in my quest
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| The blind pass by, and the die-hards in the party
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| Let them die: don't give a fuck
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| May they take the lightning well, spit the gunpowder
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| I rap with a bullet in the head
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| Fianeso!
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| I get the ball rolling, in the food chain you gon' brake
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| Embarrassed, died in the bud, I fuck them from the intermission to the credits
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| Shut the fuck up: the voice crushes, the sound slips
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| Rap, Sofiane: the story of a daron who was afraid of his son
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| If it's to rap us shit, cousin stay down
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| Your family, you, your team? |
| We fuck his mother!
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| Ja-jealous, it's on my blase that it gets fresh
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| My mirror is a world, and I'm the only man who scares me
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| Raise the pass #Cantona, pause before centering
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| Who could ask a ball to knock before returning?
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| Ask the real ones who know: shooting in your radio
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| I'd rather live a year like a lion than a hundred years like a lamb
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| How to recognize peace if I didn't risk dying?
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| Who would enjoy the breeze if the hurricane didn't exist?
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| Even the stars laughed, put my wishes in a drawer
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| I will never rap in front of the champion, except in front of a mirror
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| Let the weak resolve, hurt in my quest
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| The blind pass by, and the die-hards in the party
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| Let them die: don't give a fuck
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| May they take the lightning well, spit the gunpowder
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| I rap with a bullet in the head
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| Let the weak resolve, hurt in my quest
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| The blind pass by, and the die-hards in the party
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| Let them die: don't give a fuck
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| May they take the lightning well, spit the gunpowder
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| I rap with a bullet in the head
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| Fianeso!
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| I'll go hit 'em in droves, face my fears face to face
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| I'll go, I'll go to Hell warm my cold heart
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| I'll go get my ideas, they'll pass like we spend a hundred kil'
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| Tell the corpses of the Seine that life is a long calm river
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| I'll go talk to the fire a Propane gas accent
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| French rap has never known a Fianesoman
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| Must rally the troops, have the audacity that proves the nerve
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| Life is not just about breathing, it's about having your breath taken away |