[The Makizar:]
I show up and unpack my old-fashioned stuff on the MIC*
The vibe is soulful and represents my musical universe, ok
If you're into this kind of hiphop, I open my doors to you
And what does it matter if for some the fake wins
I'm not from that era where fake dealer has become the top
And the best thing is to act like a dandy or a rooster
I'm swapping this image of bling-bling which annoys me
Of a bad boy with one leg higher than the other and a gun in his pants
Old fashioned dude and until death
A bit of an old school vibe but still within the norm
[Lex:]
Bad taste is what we their reproach
In the essence that's where we pick, that we fish out
The poles set by our peers
Without pretending that it's the good word that we preach
Too bad if it takes 10 tricks for us to break through
We remain patient with my friends, I describe where I nursery
Pinch yourself if you see that I cheat, I don't I can't do anything if my pen is rough
For us, writing is king, we try to use it from the top of a Bic pen
As a duo without an oblique style enslaving us
The music envelops us all so forget about pulling the duvet over you!
[The Makizar:]
It was just fun, innocent and productive
The head in the samples and a semblance of kit to equip the whole thing
And then we did without the PC just to surpass ourselves
Just to spend a little more on the MIC
I hoisted verses I I poured out my verses, I conversed
With Lex and we came together
As a single entity, a fusion of identity
And this without hesitation a bank of words in quantity
br/>So we contented ourselves with publishing style endowed with this talent
This gift that we have worked on which sticks to our heels
[Lex:]
Designs without top below, little money in the sounds we probe
Our jagged thoughts and thoughts
To withdraw from the stage before having set foot on it but enough for the beat to start again
To be sure that this is why we know that this is why we sow
The gems that you consume so easily that in a few seconds you destroy what we designed
It is insolence that we are ordered to surrender otherwise it is its death knell that we toll
Without following the instructions we clash the consonants
I am the shadow that takes you out of the light which consumes you which consoles you
Better than alone in front of your console. It's from the insides that comes out
Each line more unpredictable than fate and cut to the retina

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