I am the mastermind, there is a price on my head,
You understand! Pray for the one who appropriates the spirits.
My cry, in the neighborhoods where the kisdés cannot break.
In these cities, I like to be quoted, congratulated and recited
to the fullest in BMWs, in buses, subways, walkmans,
Like a cobra, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm shouara.
I excel for my customers, like a boss of cartel,
I stare at your son under decibels, I make him rapyphilis.
He consumes, I inform him, I PASSI transform him.
My album is my canister, like a virus without serum,
In short, I am the man to keep in all museums.
Out of the norm, like a raptor, I bite and twist words,
Them come out more strong and effortless the crazy in your body.
I'll pierce you with metaphors, come on! Call for reinforcements.
Silence, lamb! I attack skillfully
Like HANNIBAL in the brain,
You will hear me / fuck the rhala / the dawa in your radio.
Chorus:
I sow my gangrene, plant my words in the veins,
Microphone in hand in the arena. / Take the mic for the mess /.
I chain, I mesh, from the healthiest to the bad seed
And.../ Take the mic for the mess /.
Despite my absence at the congress, I can expose, denigrate.
Ready to mesh, the Negro is making progress.
No pretense, offend, I do that willingly.
I am going to emigrate to the spirits,
Like a sour and high-proof rum.
Already as a kid, when I put the grappling hook on the kids,
I organized the guerrilla war, to the most scoundrel, I gave a gain ,
Starting the fight, I pushed for the Trafalgar Coup.
Like a demon in Olympus,
I climb and sow my gangrene.
/"Come with me into the devil's garden,
Place in which everything is acceptable..."/
In this bitch of life I did not heal, I climbed, I grew
With the dirt blows, and thanks to rap I give thanks.
I am ambush, Pan! And gain without disgrace.
Soulful, grunt, wholesaler, I like to flirt with anguish,
Grimace, gri-gri, I kiss, as I pass the ice breaks.
I go from orgasm to spasm, my words irritate.
Chorus
I gain momentum, I am ample;
My temple is made of samples.
I am an example, many contemplate me,
Interpret me and want to be part of it.
I will transmit this taste for direct, the art of putting,
I inject the spectrum.
My public respects that the inspectors hate me.
But no one stops a decent guy, who educates heads.
I summarize: I'm the flu, you have a vaccine, you light up,
I exhume, get used to it, come back with the mist, I catch a cold.
I lose the dawa, I gain weight and the target is on me.
I neither lean nor flinch, as usual I have the handle.
When the gallows engage, arrogance connects me
On volts, my face is my colt, my skeud I'm simmering.
I launch the missile, climb my hill,
People buy, therefore vote.
Patriot, my pilot voice, the people I carry,
In the country I'm nibbling, like a virus in my pants.
I'm the benefactor, there's a price on my head,
Do you understand? Pray for the one who appropriates the spirits!
Chorus
FRANCE AT FRENCH RAP!

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