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Who gives a fuck 'bout your manners
When man has been brandishing blankly the stanza so frankly?
I won't give up as a rapper from lack of a slap to the scene
Cause I ain't a slacker
There ain't a track that I haven't been smashing
And haven't been cracking in two for a snack
With a strap on my side I attack without sight
And I work in the day so I rap in the night
Without no ladders, without no staggers
I'm just that cracker that makes shit matter
It makes you madder to know that I have an affinity
Really be rapping in flows to infinity
Iller, we will be the seal of the realest
Need to be like, the illest alive
And feel us, we right
The real is derived from meaning inside
The reeling and gring
Like really, we tried
I work on this shit every night
Work on this shit to be right
When I say what I say 'bout the illest alive
It's kill or be killed, and I'm shooting on sight
Wasn't born for nothing, I'll draw for it
Work more for it, you snored on it
If it's all or nothing, then all of it
I'm calling it, I want all of it
If it's all or nothing then all of it
I'll draw for it, get gored for it
I'll hit 'em in the back and war for it
I'm all for it, do all of it
I'll fall on it, you're stalling it
Kick doors for it, I'm pouring in
I'll kick a motherfucker in the balls for it
Do all for it, I'm all for it
Ils connaissent le rap
J'connais le taff et la machine, j'connais ma routine
Dès le départ on pensait déjà aux structures à bâtir
Fuck c'que ces fous disent
Rien à déclarer, frère
Pas là pour parler, non j'suis là pour calmer ces faux
J'écoute pas leurs égos, ils sont pas mes égaux
J'les fume et les jette aux ordures comme des mégots
Tu veux rapper? C'est chaud, frère
Tu veux être sur les posters? Faire dans les beaux-arts?
Soirées à l'hôtel?