Lyrics:
porcs font que se gaver
Pour affronter la mort, j'ai toujours ma croix avec moi
Que Dieu m'en soit témoin, j'ai péché combien d'fois
Pour mes soviets
Soviets savent très bien que j'suis déclassé
Un coup d'fil de Moscou, tu t'feras tabasser
Moi, j'ai pas besoin d'courir, j'l'es ai déjà distancé
Je fais
Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Eh
Breviet, soviet'
(Yo nix, blast that shit) davai
J'suis pas un poète ni un écrivain, encore moins un rappeur (ah
Soljenitsine, Anna Karenine
Soviet Suprême, Altaï Sovkhoz Ukraine
Cuirassé Potemkine, Gospodine Eltsine
Niet Niet Raspoutine!
Pravda Vodka Balalaïka
Parlo un'altra lingua fra', pare indie, dindi
Il flow commuove, nascondo prove
Il QT è soviet
Mangio bimbi, zitti, bling bling
Gandhi
Con-qui-sto
or crawling
Some were bright-eyed, some were dead on their feet
And they came from Zimbabwe or from Soviet Georgia
East St. Louis or from Paris or they lived
arme sovièt', ces bâtards ils sont angoissés
J'suis toujours deu-spi dans la ville mais j'ai pas pris de la C'
Plusieurs affaires sur mon dos, est-ce
armes soviets
T'es qu'une sale mauviette
Ramasse la savonnette
Mon flow est dans vos têtes
Plus de talent qu'Baudelaire
Même tes parents
thermonuclear war
Inside my brain you know my name, bitch *shall we play a game*
Aiming like Soviets in the 80's, diplomats in old Mercedes
Selection of several
check il mio mic un russian roulette
Vorrei pestare i senza tetto, ma quelli dentro le cabriolet
Rap soviet, come bossoli sugli elmetti
Hai il panico
Paw! Paw! Tu goûtes les rafales de mes armes soviets
Flav' t'opère, on blague ap' et même tes potos sucent
J'suis Doctor Octopus, quatre patates dans
Started out as a reserve
Soon promoted when deserved
And the legend has begun
With a bounty on his head
The red army wants him dead
Soviet
Started out as a reserve
Soon promoted when deserved
And the legend has begun
With a bounty on his head
The red army wants him dead
Soviet
armes
"S" comme Salam, salut, shalom, solide, sincère
Sourire, sévère, soudés, souffrance, soleil, sommet
Savoir, salaire, son lourd, saloon,
Soviet
Landed on the hilltop, soviet forces are in place
Awaiting orders!
They were only 39
They were told to hold the line
In control
Sent into
Drop bombs on Soviets 'cause they don't understand.
The heat from all your girlfriend's not enough to make a better plan.
European sympathy for me
down, anchormen guest star on each other's shows.
We're listening to field recordings of gleaners singing in some ex-Soviet state.
And hope's shadow's
before the soviets
And before that came the confederates
We'll always have a war to fight
You can count on this
With every cure there comes another
down, anchormen guest star on each other's shows.
We're listening to field recordings of gleaners singing in some ex-Soviet state.
And hope's shadow's
down in Gorki Park
Police are growing dreadlocks, the army's on vacation
The KGB smokes homegrown grass like the rest of the Soviet nation
Red
su despacho, del muro de Berlín
Ese mismo que tanto admiró la moral estilo soviet
Por un catorce por ciento cambió, la imaginación al poder
In Europe and America there's a growing feeling of hysteria.
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
In Europe and America there's a growing feeling of hysteria.
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
des armes soviets
Ça fait les pitres, en face les mauviettes
Ça suce des bites ça finira en levrette
Furtif niama je vous mets une tempête
T'as
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