| My street house, as if Basquiat's painting Tep | 
| It's killing you', it hurts me | 
| Friend like lead Makaveli Tep | 
| Don't stop, pose off your fucking stretcher | 
| Don't talk about justice! | 
| Bottles for you, night, nail polish | 
| Lonely ghosts in my neighborhood | 
| Pac on my mind again, Biggie | 
| They die at 18, like love | 
| How many people do we love over there? | 
| It's a coincidence of rappers these days | 
| We're back on the streets, captive to the furrier's shop like foxes | 
| Burn and cook in the studio day and night | 
| Ask, now if Hiphop is dead, tell us which of us was his murderer? | 
| My eyes miss the old days | 
| Putting out my fire' embers | 
| My soul is enslaved by it', it's like it's outliving Reaction' all butterflies | 
| I'm not tired of trying, believe me | 
| When my nights coincide with my days | 
| Tell me, my god, what kind of equation is this? | 
| All butterflies outlive my friends | 
| They don't get it (ya, ya) | 
| happy ending to us | 
| the sun is everywhere | 
| no morning for us | 
| peace black market | 
| Of course if there is a lot of money | 
| everything finds us | 
| my home police stations | 
| I believe I'm walking, it's been years | 
| Our issue is of course some cash. | 
| This would be my torch fire | 
| It's the same fight every day, life comes and pierces deep wounds | 
| This studio is a shit cage | 
| Divine justice, we couldn't get a peaceful breath thanks to you | 
| Still, he couldn't give up! | 
| I give my angry notes at least a little sigh | 
| Peep, blow like a storm! | 
| I signed a million firsts | 
| I invested my whole destiny in kicks | 
| Still, I couldn't make up for the bastards | 
| Keep calm, fuck it! | 
| I've had enough of the assists I've had, the fanatic fascists with 12 | 
| Now list all records | 
| Tep is back on the tracks! | 
| They don't get it (ya, ya) | 
| happy ending to us | 
| the sun is everywhere | 
| no morning for us | 
| peace black market | 
| Of course if there is a lot of money | 
| everything finds us | 
| my home police stations | 
| Let them come and find me, these stray bullets, bullets | 
| Sure, sure, I have a doubt; | 
| I jumped out of my sleep, from my sleep | 
| Nightmares find me, these big nightmares | 
| Nightmares find me, these big nightmares | 
| They don't get it (ya, ya) | 
| happy ending to us | 
| the sun is everywhere | 
| no morning for us | 
| peace black market | 
| Of course if there is a lot of money | 
| everything finds us | 
| my home police stations |