Yo! Do you want to know what I do when I rap? Stories I hear, things I rediscover.
Everyone asks themselves: Hey man, what he has, I don't have. Many people harm themselves and with criticism, yes, I don't skimp on that.
Since I was seventeen, Alda, I've never wanted to go anywhere else. For me, the rap shit was a completely new beginning.
Seize the opportunity and like Toni the chef, I serve a pun menu. What else do you want?
I'm young, black, tall, scare the old grandmas, fuck their respect, fuck their acceptance.
Change the side of the street on the street, on the train the place, watching me completely, even if I scratch myself briefly.
So I go under, deep, so that no one sees me. Undercover styles, that's not stress, that's war.
I have so many allies, nobody wanted to believe me when I announced this. I love my people,
my people love me. Maybe I love you too, but maybe not. We'll see.
By the Scores transatlantic like Arabs and Berbers Warriors slash black Lord carrying Torches
map the warpath Blackboards attack your Fortress back to back in the soldiers Quarters
following Orders draw Swords as we forge borders and want more for our sons and daughters.
We close doors, change course to uncharted waters, it's martial law. We took over storming Ports on the Shore, but what for?
We were stolen, sold to work for what's yours Balterzar saw the North Star, Arabian Moor gave Gifts to the Poor.
Then they gave us Slave Labor disrespected us more, we expected forty acres, then they gave us three forths.
Now we free rebirthing with the Bulk of the Force reimburse us for the Holocaust talk to the Boss.
Snatch your Purse if you 've got more years to floss smack you worse than your Papa no words lost.
We up to par raw shit now Stacatto the Bar. I saw the niggas in your click, we could tackle 'em all!
Yo, we black and that's it me and Afrob, Bomb Plot, gunnin' this shit. Yo, we runnin' this shit, we getting rich taking paper because this hunger's a bitch.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Step back, respect it! We got it locked on the top. We some niggas on some next shit gunning the block.
Step back, respect it! We got it locked on the top. We some niggas on some next shit top of the notch.
Step back, respect it! We got it locked on the top. We some niggas on some next shit gunning the block.
Step back, respect it! We got it locked on the top. We some niggas on some next shit top of the notch.
Step back, respect it!
Respect it! Yeah, respect that shit to the nine-nine! real shit! Me and Afrob!
And we won't stop! Never, never! All the Time!

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