C'est pour [English translation]

[Verse]

It's for Suikon Blaz and your drooling son.

It's for my ashtray, for my burnt joint

All the cops are gonna hunt me down, after this EP I buy a house

On my terrace, I'll drink iced lemon

It's for pigeons that are just looking for food.

Without asking why they're getting thrown around

It's for those bitter faggots, yeah, that the state brings us

But as it's not enough to talk, thanks to Tefa I put it to you

It is also thanks to Mercus, Bachir and Sirius

Le Virus Le Plus Sérieux knows I inflict too much injury to the mic

It's for my new girlfriends who find me incredible.

Cause I'm not a copy of a copy of an average rapper

What, is there a problem? You're gonna get fingered

By the dean while voyeurs come to watch

Because it's VALD, huh, it's for our ripped childhoods.

For our emaciated bodies, it is for the CBO to charge

I don't even need to introduce myself now that you're

On my trails, you feel like you're gonna get swollen

Each verse puts pressure, out of the question to make songs

For the ugly pussies of Châtelet but I take my hat off

To those who take out the rosary every time they drop the mug

Sin... I couldn't do more shocking

It's for my rifle under my fuse box.

That I will only use on uzi designers

I fulminate, it's for Inch, Nazdal and Al Tarba

Brother, this is Sullyvan, the way to survival

Putride as the responsible cycle pussy

Like the EMC director's pussy, I'm telling you

It's for all those who didn't believe in me

It was a good war.

I understand you as if there were bad peace

Bro, go make yourself molest or fuck your race in all modesty

It's for my dad who dreams of a wrench.

Yes, it get worked up to spend your life on construction sites

To see your 60 years old before seeing the end of the tunnel

It's for those virgins who see no worse than selling coke

But I don't have time to feel sorry for myself, I swear to you on my sloes.

It's for my mother I've disappointed too many times. BBP

We fight to the death, the eye on the PV bar

Hey, it's for Scritch, Stick and Wild Sketch.

Yes, I write that text and then I teach you life

I rarely peck in my district or in my essays

I only give slaps to the microphone, I sympathize.

For the competition that will never have my team

It's for your kilograms coming in from Spain.

But it's not just that, dawg, that gives us a reason to be crazy.

It's for drug addicts in Vélib, from the last dirty wagon

We grew up too far from the saloons, the shallows.

We watched those assholes make us envy their girlfriends

But I never lie down too long, bro

I'm a proletarian. I'm here to rob the bank.

I know the dramas it causes

It's for my family all over France.

We're not talking about still water and love anymore

When it comes to money

It's for the prophecy

It is now that I enter the profession

Admire my procession, I have the same plans since

We were pissed with Suikon Blaz AD

In front of Ultima, these whores thought we were talking.

Now NQNT appears there, a mixture of strange phases

And messages across your joint, frankly.

It's for the only woman who thinks of me at night

Even though I'm annoying because I don't do part-time rap.

Yeah, I'm coming in force and I've got rhyme in stock.

MC, you're almost dead, go back selling drug in your building.

• Artist:Vald
• Album:NQNT