KAARIS - Se-vrak (English lyrics) - The International Connect

1st verse :
The cork is in your anus and I’m pushing it more with my phalus
It was time for you to get lost and quit, the only thing you left behind was the throne and the trace from your butt crack
I’ll be number one and I’m betting on it, I’ve been killing the French rap game since back in the Atari days
No damages since “43ème BIMA”, there’s 963 horse power in my rarri’
I’m known all over Africa like Ipupa Fally, Killuminati like Tupac at Cali
We’re getting out the zoo we’re fucking Daktari, you’re sucking my dick and I cum on your cavity
2.7 Z.E.R.O Squad, a double fuck I’m crossing my fingers
Sound proof room, it smells of chronic, Therapy Music your pussy is moist
I’m in the boot, you should congratulate me, during your studio session, all you do is waste electricity
A lot of jealousy and envy is beign aroused, this whole movement’s ass that I have to bring back to life
I shoot faster, I have to anticipate, your reign was over since antiquity
Arab, chinese, white and niggas, I’m fucking their pussy for more diversity

Chorus :
And I’m whippin (X7) Fuck minimum wage (X4)
I sell drugs fuck the cops I have to eat
Bitch, we’ve worked enough during the slavery days (X2)
And you’re twerking (X7)
The big euro bills on your fat ass, your fat ass, your fat ass, is just the hidden part of the iceberg
Bitch, we’ve worked enough during the slavery days (X2)
Bitch

2nd verse :
All I do is make hits, all you do is suck dicks
My gang is regrouped like the PKK, your ass is wide open like in a FKK
Abidjan, Brazzaville and Dakar, down for action like Boko Haram and Fatah
I got me a new glock with 2 chargers, large is the torso in the undershirt
In order to shape my beard, you need a pair of shears, I can give you a double penetration without two hard dicks
Fat auto, I need coco, I’m always at the gas station’s pipe
Your homies are in the trunk or always in recovery
Automatic, I only press once, too lazy to switch gears
I’ll be the culprit and the accomplice, my son is gonna shoot your son
My empty shells land on the moon and your balls end up in the juicer
Fat, I fall into the void, AK-47 like the guide
The track is so fat that it’s morbidly obese
I want euros, euros, euros, euros, I’m talking to you and that’s already way too much honor
You have nothing but zeros, zeros, zeros, MC you’ll never get an honor roll
There’s bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches on the net, they wanna act like boycotters
I’m scoring goals, goals, goals, goals, goals with or without vocoder

3rd verse :
I’m on every field, I’m goal keeper and an attacker in a 4-4-2 formation like Manchester
Original I hurt, I do nothing but dirt and I fuck them over from the 1st to the 31st
I want to leave to no longer have to see human nature and I’ll get lost like Ulysse 31
4124 2.7.0. 2.0.31
They are saying that I’m no longer their brother, that my – that my reach is mad long
That I’m starting to show off, that I wanna lick every single nipple
I shoot for the plexus in order ot get ahead, the mountains tower over the valleys
I’m in the Lexus like in a living room, you wear your uterus on your heels
Glock, un groomed beard, I want your whole bloodline to die
And I didn’t even pull out my gun yet, my reputation precedes me
I spit on their skull to garnish it and I take a selfie
I fuck your wife and your offspring, like mother like daughter (bitch !)

Outro :
Bitch, we’ve worked enough during the slavery days
I’m coming with hatred not with rage, we’ve worked enough during the slavery days
Bitch !
2.7., 2.7