The arrogance, the disdain, the pride of some

Condemns the openness of the spirit to stay on one's hunger.

Life is not easy, everyone sees it well.

The responsibility of parents towards their kids.

Is as important as a pen in my hand,

When I decide to harangue the crowds as a writer.

A storyteller who talks with the flowers

Before grasping the substance, the liquor,

The aroma, the perfume that becomes the witness

At a time when roads are often uncertain.

The view is cloudy, when the brightness is not.

The melody perhaps motivates the first step,

But then come the barriers of daily life.

I thank the woman who loves me for supporting me.

And the force of silence can not be understood

Only after years of perseverance to observe the pack ice.

Capture the flow, the shadow of the words,

Draw the curve where the raven will move.

In a few words ...

It's like a game of chess, my style you check (2)

Then play with his madman on the chessboard of the intellect.

Baby, baby, baby, Undaconnexion goes into action.

A constellation of stars just above my head.

Brings me a rare dimension to find when you only look at his sneakers.

That's why my eye decided to divide,

Take altitude, surf the latitudes to talk to you.

The mouth is a tool, but like the scythe and the hammer.

Before wanting to talk about it, learn the meaning of words.

The shadow of silence moves with ease,

One for the two, for the three it starts again;

We are the relay of the spirit of the coyote,

In direct connection to the universe that opens its doors.

We make sure to carry the notes

Until in children's rooms.

As the shepherd I met an alchemist.

I followed his advice and there 48 tracks

Have opened to me.

I will collaborate with you if you are right,

The public is not mistaken, just like Teuskwa!

The virus is moving forward, but the spirit is waking up,

Aboulie strikes the individual who does not come out of his sleep.

Humanism that emanates from the human that I am

Me humbly that the humility that it contains pursues me.

Silence is a sound and like the tuning fork,

Hmmmmm, beware of vibrations!

REFRAIN

False phase on false phase, my lyrics crush

The nasebrocks. Crockin'Tarte leaves his mark

On this fat track. Freestyle killer at the SupaNat.

Oiqu? A new skeud in the bins,

It's not a scam.

Nick, nack, all Mc's go back to the park.

Tic, tac, do not forget your pickups and your last Carhartt!

Fuck all that! Get me the watts!

The acrobat guides the regatta, self-taught nobody exploits me,

I avoid the cul-de-sacs. Exact !

The spirit of the warrior is still intact.

Exact ! The play has changed again.

But I'm not in a hammock surrounded by 7 rats.

These are renegades who hang out with Skwat.