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comradery
I never get to see you and how wasn't that robbery
You treat me like I'm guilty of rape murder and sodomy
It's like you don't see anything at all

let the drug that you own get you food sir
Mafuckers telling me that I'm next and I see my time getting closer
Ion really shake no hands to make no

party her own, everybody pipe her
How you thought we were in love?
It was just a cycle
When she see me after midnight
It's an all-nighter
Get ready for

Tandem

Dramatik

La Boîte Noire

2009

face cachée de la lune
Des gars qui se font embarquer, remarquer parce qu’ils font la une
D'ici jusqu'au Zahir, il y a la misère
C'est comme marcher avec

dick if you're a hater, y'all depress me
So sorry... that was my Tourettes see
I lost my filter with my medication try and press me
I went back to school

the cash but it be light so what 

Its perfect timing diamonds blinding 
Put my passion in this

Can't show compassion gotta ration who you tellin yo shit

do what I can do
Them niggas tried to shut us off
But we still lit just like a candle
Used to making it with rations but now niggas have an ample

She

eu ma ration d'imprévus et j'en r'demande!
T'entends? J'en r'demande!

Davodka!
Ouais, ouais!
Okay okay, ça sort des tripes!

Hey, y a qu'la

so savage

Nigga, ayy, I was eating rations
Now I double bag, you know I like my fashion
See her eye by that store, then I gotta blast it
Nigga, ayy,

dick no attachments
Double entendres make you ponder, I be eating these beats like rations
We put him under, over yonder, scene too gruesome for an open

down
When I get on the mic
I be the L, the O, the C
The D, the O, the P, the E
The speakers tilt and overheat
Your flow is weak
You couldn't check me

of life my food  we can all ration, been a street fighter for real before Capcom. Curt Ken like Ken you see my arms blasting it's out of my hands, how do

of trainers

You see these trainers they got me feeling like I be famous in the latest Vapours with all sorts of colours creative when your an artist you gotta

they talking and shit
I keep a pole caz even moses had to walk with a stick 
Im screaming ebk im feeling like im covid and shit 
I see you hating
Put him

and hanging out
I'm just a rap elite, carving his niche in a carpenter fashion
And the best part, is that my art reflects every bit of heart that I ration
I got

*holdon, let me talk to em*
Flow from the heart, never need a stent
No rose colored shades, I don't see in tint
But I can see intent, they got they reasons

gêne pas

Alors y parait qu'on me cherche
Que la France a besoin de moi
C'est con, je suis en Ardèche
Y fait beau, tu crois pas
Je suis là avec des

I crashed the whip
Now I'm seepin' in the sadness to wrath within

Passion's fin, dreams always laughed at him
I stab to live, rinse, keep the rations

trust em

Nigga we jammin' 
Walk up in the spot like nigga was hannin 
Ya'll been eatin' rations, out here in a famine but I'm laughing cuz you asking for

Wey dey trouble we so

These people them bad these people them kala 
Put we ina suffer-ration new day new wahala
Those wey dey enjoy na those wey dey

Downloading clips, fire sticks
Requirements for trying to flip nine environments
Not ready to see the heavens their ancestors prior went
Heated listening

you like rations
Barely left, and your skull in small fractions
I be trying to be the bigger man
Cuz I done, grew up now
And all that hate out

wanna see hometown pride
Go and watch the Riders play the Bombers
Ruff riding in the home land
Hold my ground like a stone man
Building up no floor plan

équerre
Et la vie est trop courte et l'moteur, trop puissant pour rouler à cent-dix hors agglomération
On met les bâtards en demi-ration, on ferme les