ADEMO (PNL) - Cramé (English lyrics) - The International Connect

Chorus (x2) :
No blond girl in the swimming pool we’re here to stack money
Might as well say that those who snort lines have a future that is already traced
Man it’s ok, if the description is “cigarette in the mouth” then I’m busted
No need to run I’m walking, I’m already spitting my lungs

1st verse :
Eh Wallah this shit is dark, fuck all the other guys, this is that swift anti-traitor sound
Pierce through the airwaves, fuck those assholes, eh it’s all good, it’s the track that is bangin’
Too many jackals talking shit, and fuck it if we’re struggling
Grow pecs down in the cave, in the slammers between a blunt and (??)
Sla-slang that bar of hash, there’s no fagot ass bee-ee-eefs
Classy in the mirror, take your seat, dude you’ll get our reflection if it blows
I’m recording my de-demo, I’m grabing me a gun to make it big
I’m a rapper don’t worry, call me Tupac nah, two pacs of cigarette
Tac tac tac and the homie strikes, un-ca-capable of living in shit
Attack-tack-tack, bim your sister, at every, every deal we arrive on time
But, but, but, but who is that rapping ? Wheelie in the corner
To all the determined guys who are dying, teeth are being knocked out
Eh, harbat, eh homie this is the arabic corsican guy, 91 my life, my life, my life
That’s what’s up harbat, eh homie this is the arabic corsican guy, 91 my life, my life, my life

2nd verse :
I make crazy rap, barbaric, kiss the bullets
The bullet proof vest doesn’t speak the same language as the rattled guys
This isn’t that thirty ass “star-star” rap, the flow has too much speed, it’s hard hard
Tac, tac, I do my thing, share it and bye bye
And bim bim that’s what’s up, easy on paper
quick quick, I’m gonna murk them, yeah yeah, we’re gonna eat
Yeah yeah, we’re gonna kill it, or, it’s precise we live at the place where
There’s nothing, shit is like a saloon, tchin tchin for the money
Chase away all the whack Mcs, for all those who know us
This time around asshole, they won’t be able to kick us out like back in middle school
It’s time to take off, swim in the coma, listen and shut up
You’re gonna end up fainting if you’re trying to see the stars
The, the, the rhyme, the swag is smooth now
The technique, I can see that you’re appreciating it, don’t be dumb, I have twice more in store
Welcome to you, and yeah ma-ma-ma it’s ma-ma-magic
I, I swear that I mark my quest, my war when I handle the mi-mi-mic
Too easy, there’s blood, there’s blood inside the bassin
If you’re not seated, you’ll end up on your ass like a whore
Crazy rap, she’s wet, I go in, come through and it’s crazy
I’ve turned in circles for too long, I’ve suffered too much, I’m too drunk
We’re doing our thing, we’re in the dînn and we have to draw our own destiny
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don’t sell anymore hash so I’m gonna write rhymes
Give us money if you want us to sing, we’ll go “la la la la”
Determined on earth, under the the the the light of the money

3rd verse :
My flow causes damage, beats you down, pisses you off, destroys the beat
A saga of wreckage, disorder, I grab the title
They want a crazy guy, crazy, flow Denzel Benz, Benz
Banga banga, this time around, they’re gonna get some bang bang
I burn my cigarette in the street, (??)
Motherfuck your opinion, we’re in style in music
Spit, spit, because this shit is good my friend
Bad boy in the city, don’t flash the Maglite on the spots in the window
New era we’re grabbing it, Paris, Paris suck my dick

Chorus (x4) :
No blond girl in the swimming pool we’re here to stack money
Might as well say that those who snort lines have a future that is already traced
Man it’s ok, if the description is “cigarette in the mouth” then I’m busted
No need to run I’m walking, I’m already spitting my lungss