membre du légendaire groupe Ärsenik (Secteur Ä), Bisso Na Bisso et Noyau Dur mais également auteur du livre “Quelques Gouttes De Plus” est décédé dimanche 4 janvier à l’âge de 53 ans.
Force et respect, repose en paix, une goutte de plus pour un grand du Rap et du Hip Hop en France
lampin’ in the hamptons
looking for estates not a mansion
scanning for the acreage in the pamphlet
i think this the big one sanford,
and son got his fourth number one in a row i’m a champion
don’t tap the glassy, i’d rather tap the pedal on the chassis
call it jasper it’s blowing gassy
them boys ain’t got no rhythm uptempo got em aggy
she sponging up my plankton it got her moving crabby
took the plane to martha, damn how much it cost ya?
blink and it’s 182 like travis barker
but this the baby one, this the larva
easier to get from sag harbor, all bargain, all august, australia
picked up another bag no garbage
i’m tired if we keeping it facts
fuck work bro i need to relax
a piece of mind is what i need to get back
i’m grindin’ like it’s 2002
beating on the table
i’m tryna tag 100 million dollars out the label
to you that’s just a fable
i’ll show up with a camera and ruler just in case it’s hard for them to get my angle
i’m with my nigga lionel
bluffing on an island
talking bout a village we can build, i’m feeling tribal
freedom is our destination praying that it’s final
ship that car for 3mil and they forgot to send the title got damn!
the moment where your idol is your rival
i’m flying through the fire and i ain’t break a sweat yet
i keep a lil water in the vial
nino brown necklace, custom made lexus
lust in my body made commitment see the exit
i pray to god i settle down and stop the second guessing
guilt from got me emotionally regressing
until then i’m pollywog leaping in affection
i gave niggas shoulders they can cry on
i ain’t like their nature so i had to switch the biome
they ain’t seeing green from me
i’m switching to an iphone
fuck who y’all calling the best
i seen their ticket sales, give it rest
they got y’all craniums hexxed
i’m on the road to doing stadiums next
but y’all keep counting me out, what’s the cheat code?
corny ass niggas still worried about a street code
we supposed to own the ball, y’all worried bout shooting free throws
for big dollas, dog collars, from sun dodgers
the catalyst of all the world problems
white bitches saying period at end of the sentence
but wouldn’t let the black girls they copy inside their kitchen
listen, i be off the coast bro
away from these crumbs spending bread eating toast bro
backseat of the phantom
tell the driver move it slow mo
i want them to see me like bottom of a boat bro
buddy bad mouth me so we clean em with the scope bro
we don’t brush it off, we keep a stick to chew and blow bro, big pause
you need a big jaw to talk these numbers
i’m giving niggas time to tuck they summer
ears yellow like the two niggas that sing on frontin, rari fumes only gas i’m puffin
nigga it’s nothing, come get with me
BEAT TROTTERZ © 