Shurik'n:
Now I rap more than for my face, the ball is my SEM
To be sure of the effect, I dressed my funk
If t like it, download it, bomb it in the bedroom
Come on, compare it, I didn't just do it to sell, originally
So that we can speak, the idiots leave to go get caught
Let the free say: "Oh guys, that's not a stupid sound"
A sprinkling of gasoline, there There's no sidelining because
Rap and my pear are the same as the phalanx and Alexandre
Where was I? ah yeah, you cut the street album
It's 361 autoprod we don't have the money from Alsthom
So if you think you've got what you're getting, go for it buy
Because stealing from those you love is truly the worst cowardice
Still no water in my coffee, same philosophy
It's been 20 years that I speak of the raw facts with my broken voice
Silence if God wants this MPC to take action
Rewind, slow down, go over this dirty action
CHORUS x2:
Soldiers of fortune, twisted stuff
Furious hip hop, ravage your home
Tear away from Morpheus, the hearts, the bodies it is
Hip hop of the curious, innovate, be careful
I snatch the bodies from the night, give them to insomnia
The books to the fire that devours infantile rap
Go ahead lower the blinds, and we take out the crow bar
A tense burst in the pure style of badabing
Here Mars ritaland, you have no talent, hold your tongue
Reconsider your ambitions On the downside, you're not Timbaland
A sulfide box in the stypen, I train hard
Like Rocky runs in the streets of Philly with hood and mittens
Here plays not the lawyers, it's for your face that you plead
You will suffer a puncture in the art and manner of the bled
We do it with 2, 3 pieces of rafia
We're peace guys so who told you about the mafia?
Perched in our mountains, we resist industry
We play with our lives, it's human, inevitably we hesitate
We took away the bread from the mouth of disgust
Offering another vision than shit, whores and guns
CHORUS x2:
Soldiers of fortune, crooked stuff
Hip hop of furious, ravage your creation
Tear away from Morpheus, the hearts, the bodies it's
Hip hop of curious, innovate, attention
Recognize that it's alèse, a 16 released at ease
Call for help because there is the butcher of the minced steak with lips
Musical massacre technical barge stops
The hip hop scooter and dismantle it with a wrench
I dug my tunnel with the lathe and the milling cutter
Posted far from the shit, I I'm here to rekindle the embers
Skilled with the word like the little ones are skillful with their fists
Chill, Marseille, brother, I have the local style

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