[Mokobé]
When I get home, it go in the pit
Call me "Salt" I'm at all sauces
We're a mixture of conscious, of social case
We make the jealousy like stripes on a gamos
Behind a PC everyone has guts
It criticism but face to face it's the same who tremble
Rinse your mouth before you pronounce our names
Don't feel like a boss, there's only the walls that you shave
Nominated to B.E.T, yes yes!
I have too many connections: call me "Wi-Fi"
The music a long distance race: I'm a Kenyan
If love is in the meadow, the pleasant are on the Champs
Don't play the fool, you're not too nasty
You think you cut, you're not even sharp
Brah in your intestines
If Marine stops politics, I do the same haircut than Louis Nicollin
[Dry]
The bullets that no one dodge: those of the Most High
If we are holding the reins, you, you pull the sled
The guys excel at deception: thats their niche
At too play the ace we ends on the floor
I put KO to eat broken tiles
Dodged for a bit bars, that due to my Seleção
Foot to the floor against the grain in one way
When the experts saw us as vigilantes to Prix-Unique
I fuck the beneficial because there's too much the losses for pay our seniors
My street on all waves, certainly
Come celebrate the funeral of the genius in the sound
When my rhymes splash of talent the opposition
My life is just a flash in the pan, where impatience is the wick
Instead of take a look I put the nose of the brolic in the breach
With us it's the bowl when you dared
If we make you a flower, on your grave we will sprinkle
[Orelsan]
Question: If I'm drunk, why it's the middle of the afternoon?
Why my only desire is to put the sails, steer me away from here?
My chick understands anything, I have the feeling to fuck Siri
This man is the Devil himself: never listen to what he says!
If you know who I am, you can call me Jimmy
You can find me on the air, on brunettes, blondes
You can call me whatever you want, but it's not sure that I answer
Nobody will call when I'll have nothing on my accounts
I'm the effect of the first cigarette of the day
Each new batch, I watch the heads turn
I have fresh verses for my sub-gifted
The jealous people will still lose some beads
The guys come in clips overlooked
Disappear two years later, the stained honor
In concert in all cities: I come see your sisters wet
Only heavyweight on the remix, big up to all truckers!
[Youssoupha]
I'm in a trip bomba-bombadeing
Bomayé Musik has the guts for a crazy fight
Let me greet my West Africans: How are you!
And I hear screaming all your staff "but how it explose!"
Prim's Parolier in guest
Fuck discipline, dude force is in the gesture!
You can't test, there's no abnormality
And if the jealous lose weight, the rap game is Somalia
The microphone we mania it with de-de-dexterity
They banished us as of the-the-the-the disinherited
They drive us dirty, come here: truths-truths-truths-truths truths
Woth recklessly, with severely
I love when the family sees us shining on plasmas
One love to Mali, I place a ticket on the DIASMA
Sometimes I think back to our land and I'm too dreamy
We don't care of their comments: Africa For Ever!
[L.E.C.K.]
No need to put glasses, I'll give you my perspective
Triumphal, comma, it's the pointy future
Sheitan is too hot, I must digress from him
So write when the sun falls: obviously it hurt me
High-end generation
Audemars-Piguet, Jordan
Chemical, lungs too grimey, emptied bodies
I make "rètètè" Must see the penalty
Nah, I have not touchéo! I just did the chorea of Michel Teló!
I love my chicks, the heads-heads in the courtyard
Jealousy don't feel me, I don't give the brand of the deodorant
I put my flak in the neighborhood before the district kill me
I prefer a guardian of peace sister than another who cash in hand goals
Raise your compet b-boy, do your sleight
There's only the mountains and the legs of a prostitute that not intersect
Don't lights your reefer, I go away, me
Bring me your young talent, we'll see if I don't wrinkle him!