[Intro] [drum break with syncopated kick and dry snare] [filtered electric piano chords enter] Bad boy. A-yo. K-D-S. [record scratch] [Verse 1] [French male vocals, staccato delivery] [high-pitched flute riff enters] Je suis présent quand je suis pas là, quand je suis pas là je suis pas présent Vos rappeurs n'ont pas de bras, donc c'est pourquoi ils font des pas là Moi j'aime pas les palabres, je préfère faire les balades J'ai frappé tous ces gros malades, ils préfèrent manger la salade Dans la salade, sa mère, la pute Je vous encule comme la fin en avril Moi je suis un parasite donc apprêtez vos parapluies [flute riff repeats] Donc apprêtez vos parapluies Dès que je veux je touche le plafond, touche le plafond Un peu plus haut jusqu'au plafond Faire le taf ne suffit pas, il faut du noir, du blanc Il faut du noir, du blanc ou bien faire couler du sang Faire le taf ne suffit pas, il faut du noir, du blanc Il faut du noir, du blanc ou bien faire couler du sang Il faut du noir et du blanc [Verse 2] [English male vocals, aggressive delivery] So who down with this? Yours truly joined in the list Haters pissed as I attack with my lips, not balled fists I'm running fools down, can't you feel the rap power As I grip the beat and bring chaos to the flower If you're down with the posse you better be down for life Endless stargazing if you fuck with my hype I got the stone that'll take over these damn cabrones This style is wild bitch, you better leave it alone Down now, I'm up now, I'm past even Turned down in the fuel now I'm breathing that re-season If they want smoke I sprinkle in that endo season No ceiling in sight 'cause truth destroyed that ceiling Yeah I've been down, now I rise like gravity broke Turn my pain into a verse now the agony spoke Building my throne out of loss now I'm actually float The king's back up, his talk ain't no fucking joke D to the O-W to the N It stands for discipline over weakness now y'all ain't my friends I'm the disciple of spit taking over legit The scrolls have been updated right now down to the script The cipher is down, truth is dropping from Motown That's Detroit to all you uneducated made-of-clowns And right now you only remember one noun If you ain't up with the half motherfuckers then you ain't fucking down [Outro] [instrumental loop continues with flute riff] [bass and drums fade out] [electric piano chords fade out]
