Back to the future.
Tears
are the blood of the soul
I always have a weapon in the back of my head
Before I get plumbed, before I die
I have to try to tame my dreams
You'll have to apply yourself if you want another steak
In one click, you'll be blown to pieces
Do what you can, I'll be the pillow to the bite
You'd better learn to abort
Rhyme dirty, ballers
Crime, evil, honor
At the time,
in the building,
we don't have Breitling
It's the dahl that gives the hour
I don't expect help
Pass on, I come from the bled for the poison
Bitch, eat and drink a poison
No cure, there's only poison
Only poison like
Recycling the powder to fill the holes
While your team is waiting for the gicle
Pass on, time to empty balls
Dishonest but pure
If they plead to God
One day I will dry the tears and the torrents
The rivers behind the windows of my eyes
I'm taking a shot of my dreams, I'm making war
I'm making death, in my song
There are as many melodies as there are beings
Every morning, a new problem is born and hurt
I fall asleep and get up with my iron It's like me,
lazy and mean
Dirty,
whatever the season Put a bullet in your chest
I don't give a * about giving the
right answer I just want to be right
I'm coming out of the craters,
at this time,
nothing else to do
* your mother from behind,
I swallowed the bone through
From the yard to the corridor,
I had to run to get everything
I know that the power of love is
nothing compared to the love of power
My worst enemy is in the mirror Goodbye my Ivory Coast
Everything is written in the grimoire The weather is gray,
black,
difficult to see
It's the sound of the ice Just let us pass
Your blood is already frozen Only your DNA can cut us
I'm taking a shot of my dreams,
I'm making war I'm making death,
in my song
There are as many melodies as there are beings On the earth,
just like my peers
I love everything that is ephemeral Father and mother can do nothing
It's hell, or hell, hell, or hell, or hell
Father and mother can do nothing
It's hell, or hell,
hell, or hell,
or hell
Father and mother can do nothing
Nobody can do anything
Double aggressive return
And I don't even take the periphery
I know they turn like your sisters-in-law
I know they turn like the keuf
I know that gold will be soft
I know that I am impolite And that I don't deserve my oversight
Rather than having a big heart I prefer to have a big palace
Because you take your race The day
when the bullets come out of the FAMAS
With resentment I give a hug to my Negroes
Kisses Mikey and Popo,
Mehdi,
Pekoli,
Goyo,
Shell,
Mi and Koto
Number 1 when it kicks Number 2, Dalka, Hidda
I eat their snacks for Tuesday If you don't validate,
we'll tire you
I climb on the ring,
say hello to the King Say goodbye to the bling bling,
bling bling
I'll do dirty as long as the brain death won't be on the monitor
I get out of my dreams I make war, I make death
In my song there are as many melodies
As there are beings on the earth
Just like my peers I love everything that is ephemeral
Father and mother can do nothing It's hell,
or hell,
hell,
or hell
Father and mother can do nothing It's hell,
or hell,
hell,
or hell
Father and mother can do nothing No one can do anything