CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : L.E.F.
Eh-eh
Eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh
Liberty, equality (Back to the Future), flash it to me
AK-47 do a cleaning of quality
But you have no idea about it
We will not stop as long as the magazine ain't empty, the beheaded rap
Izi
I think I have enough love in my heart to wage war on you
I think there's not even enough blood in your veins to fill my glass
I came; I saw; I conquered despite your help
Building my empire with the leftovers of the World Trade
I've surfed on the crime wave without making waves
I write better than Zola and I'm still a young Mullah
May nobody be mad at me if I'm being impolite, trap me like a booby
I'm telling you, in my defense I'll plead insanity
Pulling up like a virus, not detected by Curie
Releasing a killer sound from my stable, tracking Sirius closely
Hy-hydrodynamic, from the trunk to the radiator grille
Just by talking they need to c*m, just by putting it between their thigh
Bony face, the Reaper is enchanted
GP100 on gloved hands, red eyes like a bloody sun
Heart of ciment I don't talk anymore, I'm gonna do like the Duke
I'm gonna target theirs feelings, I'm gonna aim for theirs anus
Eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh
Liberty, equality (Back to the Future), flash it to me
AK-47 do a cleaning of quality
But you have no idea about it
We will not stop as long as the magazine ain't empty, the beheaded rap
Izi
I think I have enough love in my heart to wage war on you
I think there's not even enough blood in your veins to fill my glass
I came; I saw; I conquered despite your help
Building my empire with the leftovers of the World Trade
I've surfed on the crime wave without making waves
I write better than Zola and I'm still a young Mullah
May nobody be mad at me if I'm being impolite, trap me like a booby
I'm telling you, in my defense I'll plead insanity
Pulling up like a virus, not detected by Curie
Releasing a killer sound from my stable, tracking Sirius closely
Hy-hydrodynamic, from the trunk to the radiator grille
Just by talking they need to c*m, just by putting it between their thigh
Bony face, the Reaper is enchanted
GP100 on gloved hands, red eyes like a bloody sun
Heart of ciment I don't talk anymore, I'm gonna do like the Duke
I'm gonna target theirs feelings, I'm gonna aim for theirs anus
