business | March 16, 2026

Ärsenik Quelques gouttes suffisent Lyrics English Translation

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I'm dealering my crimes by the kilo, cut on the block

Hostile shock like a glock

With the pen distills in style to the microphone the rage in the blocks

Slams the bloddclot, mate the beat, bursts it with slats

Suspicious atmospheres and flat lines, this piece is going to be a landmark

Check out the technique, and the stigma on the guys

I'm batting, it's going to be in my corner, I'm testing the ground

Gat, vocal l.i.n.o, cal.b.o local scourge

Focus attention on the fish in the jar

Watch the sultan, I have more time

I'm exporting my cult to enemy territory

For beaufs it's insulting

I sheaf the mutant verb, acerbic struggling

Among the weed, begins in raw rhymes and driest dry

For the time we've been talking, I've been throwing a little cabbage at you

Something, protect your neck when I educate my khouyas

A heavy beat beast like boo-ya

Impec, a shure sm58, for the guerrillas we stuff

Gifted scarlas, praised god, dedicated to my cause

One wish, to fail their plans, the whip slams

Your clan slams eggs, a nine-milli-s black, a click-clac

A puddle your clique in a cracker

Steal the spots, billy, on me and my buddies

Illico raque for my tracks, my misdemeanors, black Machiavellian mac

Lino attacks, lights a candle for his enemies

Real friends are rare like styling on Rue Saint-denis

Ok, ok, I master the art I fuck, deadly as arsenic

I'm rapping my ordeal on the right side of the gun

And flies to the top, flies over the metropolis

Nuclear worms poured in the manner of the aquarius

Flames form a hoop

Here the tombs are more numerous than the cradles

Versatile showers, reptile style on version

Creates doubt in people's minds, and leaves silhouettes in chalk

I'm fighting my bad inclinations

You're in the field of the viewfinder, the sword the sharp side

The bonebreaker, the cosmic kid, the excruciating rhyme

Micro big boss, lino bumps and paints the portrait

Ferocious of the frustrated guy who wanders, the angry young

Who wants que-ch' with as many zeroes as on his school report card

I don't tolerate it anymore, accept the challenge, put away your

And in the molars, eat my bouquet of phalanxes

In the air, raise your arm and roll your bedo

Young girl rolls your bonda, second after second I nedo

Mount my creed, shock waves, deep rhymes

I plead at the microphone for the guys who flood the halls

I born-do, the ex-gaul freaks out when I talk about revolt

Arsenik for all my brothers in the coaltar, I increase the volts

Ok, ok, I master the art I fuck, deadly as arsenic

Spit out my art and drop everything, you waste my words

Let go, rip yourself off, spit or pay cash

My flow clash, the fakes hide and watch the damage done from afar

Chew my choruses, goofy on my lyrics

Apaches, axe in hand, fash in vain

Bache laid, the poison returns to dose, cause, explode

Imposing a whole new way of posing

Water the crowds, beat the pork with garlic

Bosser for two, ask even harder, always dare

My sector contacts attack, burst in the basement, slam

Plaque in mid-flight, black track flight, opaque ephedate

A block, a tank, a bunker, the temple at the top

A rock for state one and in the state a shock step

From tac to blood tac for blood stop bluffing

Refurbish, and gaffer, present his seufé

To reap all the merits, I deserve my glory, my zenith

Inherits the spirit of the elders, irritates the forehead when I militate

Debits my verses and meditates, takes advantage of the - that edits me

Calbo stirs, the plague in cost that no one avoids it

Young man, get up, fight, don't stand back too much

We're all in trouble, after nothing but yours.a

Boys it spoils and, 98 burst it all

Sector - masked the h.i.p.h.o.p will crack

Take a big zoom on the pe-grou that rises

And see, a guy up to scratch is rare as a whore on his account

Ok, ok, I master the art I fuck, deadly as arsenic

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