Lyrics:
Bea-bea-beats by Yamaica Production, baby
C'est 9B qui déboule donc logiquement mon gars, il pleut des balles
Toh
Eh-eh-eh
Tou-touh, paw
Paw,
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
Great John on the beat, by the way
Live by the gun, you die by the judge, nigga
Shooter get, shooter get shot
Yeah, you know that? Huh? yeah
I'ma speak the truth until my heart stops
My lyrics running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death
far with either, just the way it goes
Writing lyrics on my Converse, writing lyrics on my own
There was a world around me, I just didn't want to know
I
got metaphysical lyrics that are glistenin'
And the people who know what's up, are locked up, shut up and shot up
They tried to keep us down, but by
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at?
Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out TT
a journey into Tragedy's past
When I was one adopted by Michael Chapman
This was years before I started rappin
My father held a scholarship for a year
But
j'roule un spliff de skunk
Et j'kick sur un beat de funk
Pas de lyrics de fils de pute
Insolent même sur mes bulletins, cousin, j'suis l'bitume avec une
avis
Mais moi j'ai pas envie qu'on me
Marche dessus comme sur Bernard Tapie
Négatifs, sachons le dire, Mister R
Progéniture de colonisés
C'est l'Arabian
temps d'back toutes mes phases
C'est les comebacks de mes Zoulouminatis
Nigga
J'écouterai jamais l'avis
D'une péripatéticienne, laisse nous faire
Des
la multiplier
J'attends la CAF, j'attends pas ton avis
T'attends la star, y a mon nom sur l'affiche
SAMM te le dit, je suis un artiste en silence faut
Al-K, Al-K, Al-K Pote
Si si c'est Al K qui régale
Lyrics sales pas d'cinéma
Criminal rap illégal
Critique pas l'avis d'mes gars
Ici bas ça tire des
d'amis donc je
N'veux pas trente millions d'avis
Méfiant, j'ai des ennemis, ok
Faux frères, je les ai mis d'côté
404, il n'y a pas de Sam
Fonsdé,
J'suis là posé avec Alk (l'empereur)
Sur votre avis on fait caca
Tu t'croyais chaud mais c'est pas l'cas
On va t'fumer comme ces quatre packs
in the eighties, cruisin’ back we lazy baby
Pink sunsets with the avi’s, Tony Montana don’t play me
All vices on the table, writin’ myths and makin’
Writin my lyrics with this hyped information
This is a section of my creation
So don't say shhh with an exclaimation
Just look at the center of the stage
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
snowwhite and black
Songtext and who feels Lord he knows it
and what he sees is dreader than dread
Lyrics red tears stealing your hope man
but you can´t
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