Vintage Reggae Café

[English lyrics Alpha Wann - LE PIÈGE] [Unique Verse] I'm pulling up in raptor mode, rap tough In landing mode onto the streaming platforms I'm with two blonde girls speaking swedish or I'm watching the world from a building, on a rooftop Don Dada pendent, rings on the fingers Go tell France that what goes around comes around, this country is in stagnation Out here racism and arms sales, hobos at every train stations You call it motherland, I call it dame nation I'll say it and it's as much true as, in hell there's no ice cubes Living on a normal schedule, in my life, this is vintage Night is the mother of counsel nigga, I hop on my bed after breakfast Then as usual, I wake up, get a morning wood I wash mysеlf and dress nicely, my fits gotta be thе dopest We want racks, bread Life is a sinuous road, alas I loose myself Will I still love my wife once she passes the age of beauty? Huh I don't know Hey, around me, to many alkies, hard liquors sap theirs force Nigga fuck, I wish I lived elsewhere With hash, I was quickly wasted Snorters are looking for their white paradise like Michel Berger There's avalanches in dealers' pockets, now Clients stopped being into amnesia but wanna snort snow Everyone raps, sings, that's the dream Instagram turns chicks into bitches, okay Men want to impress with logos and threads The only ones who don't care are hobos and sages Everything is about look, because men base their judgement on appearance Gotta stay aware, especially in Paris, I say this but I'm no different I got a screw loose in my head, huh, a screw loose, eh Back in school, I liked talking when we had to be quiet I don't care, I like Palestine, I don't like the States Politicians can rot, conspiracy paranoia I'm in my bubble like an autistic I'm live from the country of the blinds, check out the Cyclop's eye They call me Flingue, MAC-9, uzi, Glock I go past the detectors, sneaky like a detective When I enforce my regime, haters are dieting I've done hella lotta songs about weed I just wanted to smoke my grass spliff in dark alleyways I'm not in the street anymore but those whom I've grew up with are Lay enough money and in ten lessons I teach you how to rap No real ones in the rap game, only personas Their pen game are childlike, ain't nobody tryna act their age Obvious rhymes Groupies, services stations pump, take care of the oil changes Dangerous stories, written in my residence I'm watching the hyped crowd yelling Fuck the bench or the stands, I gotta be on the first team Hey, I need many phones like Marcel Desailly Bled villa, I am Louis XIV in Versailles I have "La Haine" like Said or a Blood from the West Side (West Side) As usual I listen to Jay-Z, I watch some Denzel I dream of Halle Berry behind me on a YZ I'll be good in the end, Belzebub hyped up my beginnings I lied, I stoled, I smoked, I drank I fucked bitches, wasted the dough I'm at the doors of success, hand me the crowbar I'm too old to demand nigga, I'm at the age of obtaining I don't have time to wait, I gotta set up camp They say the wheel turns, so it better turn fast Thirsty for recognition, bro, my canteen's empty We'd rather be poor and free, fuck rich slaves Like African presidents We're in the XIV and in the XV, South Paris state of mind Fuck the globe, the earth They don't even want niggas to eat the leftovers Last will be first, y'all need to get that They've step onto our lands and our minds They took everything from the basement to the attic Disgusting society, I'm supported by five pillars, I'll stay stable That's not hardcore rap, I don't pretend to be a rockstar I hit the gym for the body, I hit the mosque for the heart Allah