A minimum
Minimum, minimum
Minimum of respect
[Chorus]
Blocked
Before my thousandth attempts
My future in the depths of the abyss
Only my disappointment here can save me
Blocked
When they speak, their breath smells piss
My desires, my delusions, they want to block
But tell them that Admiral D.R is still operational
[Verse 1]
Blocked, I know you want to block me
That I disappear of the circuit
Because I'm not that slut to grope
Nah, bro it's
The admiral say the Animal, yeah share
I wields the mic, head shots and hooks
My life, my team, my ethics help me to work
The characters are rude
But fuck, me, I wait that the Earth jumps
Since mankind has abandoned its cradle
And that the lucidity, with us, we lose it early
Paris, I know you want to fuck us and that we perish
I know you want to break us but you embellish
And it smells bullets, in the streets it smells penis
For the money we rob
Given that to our parents they blocked the suitcases
Them, who undergoing checks even in Vélib
The State breaks their dreams to make their life invalid
No strike because the calibres
Shout high, and sit the respect
We'll not leave the empty handed
Because like they say, we got the suspect's face
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
A Congolese? Blocked a Congolese?
It's impossible because I filled the ears
And the Wa 'made me a complete MC
Messed up, I come from a country who is hurt and saw the blood running
When I listen to our leaders, I say "Those motherfuckers!"
They continued their business, and all of that without back
Blocked and cursed like the African continent
But the Admiral is determined like to Beijing
You're a son of a ... if you want to see me in trouble
Yes, it comes from the lowland
And their soil has always been our ceilings
When the luck play yo-yo like to the ball
Block us, rob us, it's idiots all of that
Don't panic, and if I kill the production, don't mark
To you the informers you don't banish
Nah must not let pass, theses whores must stay to the ground
Blood on the floor
Our bullets are your trophies
If in the street we made all, it's that they pushed us to survive
Stuck in ditches
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
To search too much the target, see with us, we lose ourself like bullets
Enough of corridors, minutes of the sitting, and that fucking radical system
To search too much the target, see with us, we lose ourself like ball
We just want to live without having to take the gun in order to feel the mesh
Orly it's Soweto yeah, Soweto
I counted the bodies but there were too much
You shot my brother and I have a pierced heart
But I stay stand like my jailed brothers
No choice, nothing to shake
Me, I want to fuck everything, not there for fail
And then, I have nothing to lose, bro I must admit it
If I fall in the water, don't worry I have my buoy
[Outro x2]
A minimum
Minimum, minimum
Minimum of respect
Minimum of respect