Sofiane - Toka (English lyrics) - The International Connect

1st verse :
From the light to the shadows, we’re down in your building’s hallway
A dark crew, black gloves : that’s my clique
Paris is Poudlard, Medellin is magic
It’s not me that is dancing, it’s my demons that are agitating me
I’ll recognize you, I recognize the traitors
They come, they go, they leave in a coffin
There’s mornings where the sun rises for everyone
There’s mornings where the anti crime brigades wakes up just for you
If you’re trying to kill me, you’ll have to wake up early enough
Buying bullets and emptying out the charger is relaxing
I didn’t become a wolf to end up a dog
Yeah, go ahead, old head, eat as long as you’ve got teeth
When life gives us scars, it’s haute couture
We’re ready for whatever happens next, under two grams of weed
The chips are down, no one is talking about bitches
No one is thinking on running away, find me some 9 mm bullets
I’m half Bakyl, I’m half Calabria
Two dragons behind my back when you’re nowhere to be found
The gun charged, move out the way, I’ve got my finger on the trigger
Front me a lil’ something, I’ll slang it like in Guatemala
I already put everything in my brother’s hands
Don’t spit on the dead’s name, without remorse you’ll burn
The regrets of a life, the tears of a man, will never run, like a woman’s cry
Fianso

Chorus :
The crew is strapped up with Tokarevs (ish ish)
The crew is strapped up with Tokarevs (ish ish)
The crew is strapped up with Tokarevs (ish ish)
The crew is strapped up with Tokarevs (ish ish)
Algeria, Paris, Bagdad (yeah)
Algeria, Paris, Bagdad (yeah)
Algeria, Paris, Bagdad (yeah)
Algeria, Paris, Bagdad (yeah)
The crew is strapped up with Tokarevs (ish ish)
The crew is strapped up with Tokarevs (ish ish)
The crew is strapped up with Tokarevs (ish ish)
The crew is strapped up with Tokarevs (ish ish)
Algeria, Paris, Bagdad (yeah)
Algeria, Paris, Bagdad (yeah)
Algeria, Paris, Bagdad (yeah)
Algeria, Paris, Bagdad (yeah)

2nd verse :
Keep in mind that I only need a spoon in order to escape
We’ll get out of here by cutting open the fence
Freight robbers, sorting center robbers
Things aren’t smelling like trouble, there’s a stinking clutch scent
These days things are tense, we don’t leave our town
You haven’t seen my face, don’t take any profile shots of me
Go fuck your mother, that makes precisely 4 words
Bring out the car with the dual exhaust mufflers, drug go-fast in Batmobile
Kader got out of jail, dark racketeer
You don’t betray La Onda, homie, are you crazy ?
I arrive in your club to sing for an hour
While leaving I retrieve everything that you’ve spent
Tell her to take off her jean’s, tell her to keep on her heels
In front of Fianso, you’ll see, she won’t say no
The reverse is broken, I aimed at the Harki
The bullet that went out won’t go back into the cannon
I rap about my life style as long as there’s some flow left in it
Big brother, I hit, I took 28 plots (??)
I’m in the dream team, I’m recovering my bonus
At the time of your crime, I took your Hublot
I don’t know how to say farewell, I don’t know how to say I love you
The demon is unleashed, I’m not holding back anymore : run !
The regrets are killing me, the souvenirs are haunting me
At night I call my father when I’m drunk
Fianso