"Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wipin' the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose"
France's premier rapper-intello languidly rolls out social commentary - three pen portraits - over a Reese bass:
De castings en castings elle attend le verdict
Il tombe quand la nuit tombe : « Vous êtes trop petite »
Alors elle baisse les bras au lieu de lever la tête
Elle est belle mais pas seule comme l'était la Schtroumpfette
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