A keresés eredménye

Charade

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Refrain
My first as the sector is squared
My second every time you lady the pawn
My third is even playing the cream of the crop
My all triumphs by the most skilful stratagems
 
I act on your mind like PCP
So go on this one is Sensi blues
But what did you think we spent our time going through
Send the MIC and Bluesy will fuck you
Because I'm crazy about lacrosse, rosse, boxing kids
Who strive to play the bosses and when things get tough
Branch Rank Xerox
What do you say, you'll be worse than a toxi under ecstasy
Especially since you have also son son on my posse s'extasie
 
20 hours Bruno Masure news flashes as you go
When the blues take the MIC announce wounds
Issaman terroro crook as Kelkal gets hold
Only deadline jump in full flight, shit missed the stopover
You are looking for a brown brown-eyed renoi, there's plenty around
Unless you are looking for the fine flower, the floret
I put you in the perfume that it is me, that I finally tease everywhere
For all my guys, France 2, France 3, even TF1
Don Primo and Don Geo
You pushed Don don at last you did not do too much
Primo and Geo take over the lead, but the head is wiped out of trophy
When you have a good state of mind for sure, we follow you
We give you this if you wipe sweat under your T sweatshirt
The most explosive duo since nitro and glycerin
Like Marlboro it's a hit when slipping rhymes
You like it, the text learn it by heart at Macéo
Because our style is more expected than the first metro
 
Refrain
 
You'll feel like a Ivanov Trifon's task
The swell rises sailor I put a foot on the grass
Kaz by Kaz occupies the second pitch all season
Last game Boboche tonight we play at home
Menelik do you mean it? The pressure is increasing
I do not give up for you it's tense, I'll say even tendax
Pass as a trick of Gérard Majax
Zolo !!! My flow slips like a Tampax
 
The contrctuel of the corner paces all the alleys
Prowl next to the ticket machine, the time is up
No need to jostle, it's too late
Goodbye, you're late
Whether you are beefy tall tall skinny or beautiful
Like a swarm of kids playing hopscotch
I draw down notebook pen leaving on the lower tee
The baton and the gun in the gutter
 
In two four six, I arrive and trumps on the beat no panic
Daz the man with the thousand phases on the 2 feet fall back
Acrobat nature cousin close to the cat I swear
Respect my motto and there always fly
Watch out for more than one turn waiting for me
As vigilant as D'Artagnan I take my pen and there I touch
Do not touch my team or you scoop
At least sure of a fucking comma on the figure
 
Refrain
 
Bobigny Terminus !!! Everyone goes down
The observation is the following, close to the year 2000
A new team of MC's arrives in town for any fast fodder
No time for darling bickering, pickled Checkerboard ready to rake
Stream 24 carat not quantified, go ahead re-noi fuck you mouth
If my mouth you can not cash
If you want to test Negro you will hate
 
Like a good girl the MIC I come and grope
My fantastic clique like stock market is well quoted
So the fake MCs are put on the side
Boogy, Akanakk, Charmant Armand simply pose
You know who it is systematically
Soldafada represent once again for you re-oi
Hip Hop brings sorrel you see my guy
We are full of cashflow, we are hungry for gos
We roll on the bullion is Boogy microphone dingo
 
Do not give a damn about Elvis Presley, leave them, I love my Nestlé color
Boogy told me the fake MC hurts them
The bami did not put all his panoply
But you like when Jordan smashe and the panel folds
They do not happen by chance paparazzi
We do not feel enough, so there's none here
Soldafada fat flow at MIC
I am loved here the fake MC himself he knows
 
By the finest of stratagems my team annoys you, leads the game
Drink your oxygen, the Mier-Da quickdraw
After the parade, the guy charade is the che-arra
More issue the Mier-Da now for you that's it
 

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