feat. Lino
Produced By: Mem's
[Verse 1 - Lino]
I'm talking about botany, crime and scams
Complete nigger, black reaper like the Dark Knight
Dirty verse, violent to the bone marrow
Our verses are the big girl versus the little hard worker
Picasso on crack, disfigured image
Gros Kamasutra, the ass of rap is cracked
I have the gun in heat this whore wants to shoot
I lost my soul on the way, by the void attracted
Emasculated music caught in the mass of hits
Like when Edward Scissorhands masturbates
I'm miraculous, I rap, I know where I'm from 'come, where I'm going
The sun shines, the moon becomes my bedside lamp
Yellow, purple, green: my militant side is skeptical
In my head it's the Lakers against the Celtics
Still no one after us, here I'm deviating from the norm
I'm doing birth control with the .44 Magnum
Understood the message ? We are of the same race
Black rocket, Jesse Owens facing the Third Reich
So put away the stuff, I have the guts for calls for tenders
In answer I'll crush the glass on your skull #MazelTov
I sing you burn the masses protest
I screwed up all my exams I passed breathalyzer
The world is already mine, you're on the wrong track
You want me to move on but there are more than virgins with the hot piss
[Verse 2 - Booba]
There is no one in the neighborhood, I went around their tess
I arrive at their house, six o'clock in the morning, with the head of their boss
Even to buy some stuck, you wait for the price of gold to drop
They want to compete nigga, they do, they do their best
Nothing to scratch except illness, I went around their butt
S.E.G.P.A for life, I looked at their texts
If I don't put them on the hair they'll turn their coats
The rats will turn you on, won't regret their gesture
I'm going to fuck you so much you're going to hate sex
The nigga left us I got a tattoo on the 7th
I'm on OKLM while you read the Express
I'm shooting at the sons of bitches, you want to save the species
There were way too many left the last time I checked
Fuck Being a nigger lyricist, I'm only here to bring back the checks
We don't attack the conveyor belts with a 504 station wagon
In The Wire you're Method Man, I'm the Greek
Glock in my mouth, I'm not leaving without the case
I'm in the fuck facing mother, you're in the salamalecs
Little blow to the back of the head when you can't yer-p
You can't put me out to dry even if you're Salma Hayek
I speak Wolof alli rek, I won't call for help
Diokhma khaliss or handek, I shoot when I don't have to lekk
I'm Sector Ã, I 'am Time Bomb, it's Athena who breastfeeds me
I'm going to fuck them E-R it's not Omar who sucked me