[Verse]
It's for Suikon Blaz and your drooling son.
It's for my ashtray, for my burnt joint
All the cops are gonna hunt me down, after this EP I buy a house
On my terrace, I'll drink iced lemon
It's for pigeons that are just looking for food.
Without asking why they're getting thrown around
It's for those bitter faggots, yeah, that the state brings us
But as it's not enough to talk, thanks to Tefa I put it to you
It is also thanks to Mercus, Bachir and Sirius
Le Virus Le Plus Sérieux knows I inflict too much injury to the mic
It's for my new girlfriends who find me incredible.
Cause I'm not a copy of a copy of an average rapper
What, is there a problem? You're gonna get fingered
By the dean while voyeurs come to watch
Because it's VALD, huh, it's for our ripped childhoods.
For our emaciated bodies, it is for the CBO to charge
I don't even need to introduce myself now that you're
On my trails, you feel like you're gonna get swollen
Each verse puts pressure, out of the question to make songs
For the ugly pussies of Châtelet but I take my hat off
To those who take out the rosary every time they drop the mug
Sin... I couldn't do more shocking
It's for my rifle under my fuse box.
That I will only use on uzi designers
I fulminate, it's for Inch, Nazdal and Al Tarba
Brother, this is Sullyvan, the way to survival
Putride as the responsible cycle pussy
Like the EMC director's pussy, I'm telling you
It's for all those who didn't believe in me
It was a good war.
I understand you as if there were bad peace
Bro, go make yourself molest or fuck your race in all modesty
It's for my dad who dreams of a wrench.
Yes, it get worked up to spend your life on construction sites
To see your 60 years old before seeing the end of the tunnel
It's for those virgins who see no worse than selling coke
But I don't have time to feel sorry for myself, I swear to you on my sloes.
It's for my mother I've disappointed too many times. BBP
We fight to the death, the eye on the PV bar
Hey, it's for Scritch, Stick and Wild Sketch.
Yes, I write that text and then I teach you life
I rarely peck in my district or in my essays
I only give slaps to the microphone, I sympathize.
For the competition that will never have my team
It's for your kilograms coming in from Spain.
But it's not just that, dawg, that gives us a reason to be crazy.
It's for drug addicts in Vélib, from the last dirty wagon
We grew up too far from the saloons, the shallows.
We watched those assholes make us envy their girlfriends
But I never lie down too long, bro
I'm a proletarian. I'm here to rob the bank.
I know the dramas it causes
It's for my family all over France.
We're not talking about still water and love anymore
When it comes to money
It's for the prophecy
It is now that I enter the profession
Admire my procession, I have the same plans since
We were pissed with Suikon Blaz AD
In front of Ultima, these whores thought we were talking.
Now NQNT appears there, a mixture of strange phases
And messages across your joint, frankly.
It's for the only woman who thinks of me at night
Even though I'm annoying because I don't do part-time rap.
Yeah, I'm coming in force and I've got rhyme in stock.
MC, you're almost dead, go back selling drug in your building.