A-K-A, I am the science of rhyme People will always say, the guy who hides in his signs The art like the bus stop where I would hear the morning Places, Walkman on the head, Voska on the chairs in a handbag Like the alphabet, the one of the being, my art to climb the stairs Feet on the ground and head in the clouds And here comes the K, like capable that I wear And every day trying to spin in the Porsche On my K-way, obviously not gifted I went to the silence of the immaculate walls In this *** city, I was called an *** And outlaw is the H, H like hip-hop H like multi-H, like heptagon The mind has 7 facets when I am the microphone And it's my weapon, I speak first, when I come by Babor Take the doors of the music like a soldier on board 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 and A-K-H, A-K-H, A-K-H A-K-H, A-K-H, A-K-H A-K-H, A-K-H, A-K-H A-K-H, A-K-H, A-K-H A-K-H, I am the man of the rhyme Legends always last, but who hides in these cities The H is the amnesia of the others, admit who built it Abrasive, you know my crew, an anthology I used to click on Ferrochrome, now in Prologic Accent of my discipline and amplitude of my rhymology To break the gif in the heart of the showbiz Man, we walk in the pyrolysis, in front of this penthouse, I ironize An instar, Khalil, armed arm of the bike Hip-hop is the thing, my promised land The one of the rhymes that kill you, what are you doing here? This bullshit is improvised, yesterday TechniH for Hermetism Original saying of the mimetism, like Oleh HLM Rapper's death, source of rap talent Suffering of writing, a man of rap 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 and A-K-H, A-K-H, A-K-H A-K-H, A-K-H, A-K-H 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 and A-K-H, A-K-H, A-K-H A-K-H, A-K-H, A-K-H 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 and A-K-H, I'm the science of the rhyme People will always say, but who hides in his signs The A for acetate is the vinyl that I release Radical activist, in the middle of the wall like a sport Because we know that we don't understand the meaning of my verses In my lyrics, an effort, murder, verbal, metaphor Like autonomy, apparition to man, little credit to man Stop the art, you're not above the man Son of asphalt, tracer of Argo Poet, abstract rapper of Mago, son of Mago I insult you, go go, what is your case? I'm K.O. I arrive like Hermès, bearer of the melodic Name of the earth, chain of Hermès, like Kamsin The only link of a Kyriel I put my art in selfishness and think of you in the plural Here is my story, age as if I were alone in the face of hatred I spend saliva and extract, diffuse my breath I may be lost, frankly I find it a shame Before I listened to Skooled, here is the H as a tribute 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 and 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 and 1, 2, 3 and