Let's go! My 3rd E on the tach, my watch tic-tac The time is serious and the suicide is serious I replace the wind and my rage in the wind in front of my big jump I take advantage of the beat like a hit like Ranson The street get us to the first round We are the sergeants, maybe gone in the backstair I clean it, I take the detergent while it's being shot in the backstore I go to your chakra, I stimulate all the points of energy of your body It's the influence of the 7th chakra I'm a soldier of light until I become dust Your material rate, I'm proud of it Serious, open your eyes Open your eyes No, look at the world, that's all I want Since then, people know that I wear all the hair of the mass A mystical experience flies on the path of Damas Troubadour, the sound for math and the two masses Vlaco, Sam, the troubadour, I know that Sam is at his max There are very few who know, but many think they are wise The division spreads, I stay the return to the crusade We finance Israel, while Palestine dies They are quick to learn that, but they don't know the time Viral economy, the blue of the munipal They took your peculiarity and your immune system There are 3 sexes, it was a hit of Baridrom Nowadays, the camcorders make rain from the barrium You say it's for our good, without a doubt, it's murder If your vision is blurred, I knock for the third eye So keep it chief, Mr. Webb, the dameo Source of mischief, because you have to code the armyo I'm the soldier of the light, until I become dust Your material race, time is open Serious, open your eyes Open your eyes Look at the world, that's all I want The planet is in its SPM I have the SPM asteroids I'm B.E.R.T.H. from 11.58 to 11.57 PM I do the four-year rate for the hat rate I practice limitation without esophobia I have a hat, I have a beast, you have a beast Rap story, tell it on beat Equals urban people, children, light, pure wool I have a horofate with burlesque A burlesque weapon, Quebec for the West What hatred, burlesque The elders call us the yoga Generation 4, finally, who should do more yoga I scream in peace, but still, yo, this is my hit after Because my style is class, Benz against Yoda K.I.S.H. it up, it's a hit, top yum Burlesque, it's 4 shots, extra large for the rap B.E.R.T.H. from 11.58 to 11.57 PM I attack all the energy points of your body It's the influence of the 7th chakra I'm the soldier of the light, until I become dust Your material race, time is open Serious, open your eyes Open your eyes Look at the world, that's all I want Thank you