Hi everybody
I just wanted to open myself up and tell my story
If I feel accomplished today it’s thanks to you, so I just wanted everybody to know
The reason, I made this album was to
F**k up the game, you better bubblebutt
Twenty features to my name and that ain’t enough
Everybody want a seat, better buckle up
Say your Grace, Jones
Pay respect, leave your taste home
Listen to V Boze on my Bose man
This a race, fingers up, I’m the doorman
Koopa shells, from a coupe, this my domain
Dans mon del, j’jongle les langues, cirque du soleil
Sors d’mon tel, j’sens qu’ça tangue, cycle du sommeil
J’sors ma pelle, j’fais qu’attendre, le prochain sommet
Tous les mêmes, t’as des attentes ? Ça pique les yeux, Laurent Ruquier
NEMO
Laurent Ruquier si j’te vois dans ma télé, ça part en Mohamed Henni
On est trois bougs sur la prod mais j’vois que moi et mes dénis
Paris-Brooklyn, pas de rookie, dans la jungle comme Mowgli
J’rappe et j’vous plie
Ferme ta gueule je parle qu’au vide
Merci Théo pour l’invit’
J’me propage j’suis comme COVID
Pyro-NEMO brûle un feat
J’fais mes sous dans l’sous-marin ouais comme un certain Balladur
J’suis à fond dans le rap depuis l’époque du baladeur
J’ai connu la dèche frérot, j’ai vécu à la dure
C’est l’métier, même sans billets, j’encule tous ces putins d’amateurs
J’suis dans environnement pressurisé, tu peux vendre ton cul mais tu peux pas le racheter après sur eBay
Ta vie c’est pas un film, c’est une série B
Ta carrière : S/O, R.I.P
Savage
Ayo f**k up the game, no Trojan
Leg drop, I hulked the Hogan
I am the chosen, I spawned the wave, y’all swimming in my ocean
I took the spot, it was open
I shook the top for my tokens
I sipped the drips from the potion
Ain’t nobody torn from my cloth
I am woven
Poets over rappers cuz the flow is outspoken
When I touch down, commotion
Hectic, Savage never sweating on a skeptic
Lay ‘em all to rest, narcoleptic
Rappers out here looking real desperate
Begging for a co-sign, when they don’t rhyme
Giving no schemes no punchlines
This is no rest, no sleep, all grind
Hunger in the chest, fork, knife, dinner time
Welcome to the feast, better give thanks when Brooklyn on the beat
Pop Smoke, Woo in Peace
What? Hello?
Woah, leave me alone
No, I won’t watch my tone
Clones, get in a row
Saddle point, picked from the chores
Whole lotta L’s
Still time for M’s though
None of them N-O’s
No gifts for crossroads
I got them P’s and Q’s
Do not care who they are
Essence from the tea
That spilled on me
You is for us
V magazine it just ain’t enough
I got that double view
The W’s come from the X’s
Slashed on me, why should I be the bestest
We stamp our names on the walls of fame
They still remain as I spill my guts to mark my Z
Skip the process as I look upon the sea
It’s still asleep, it’s still asleep
