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Dojo

Kantbeefaw bel hedra w nta m9esse7 bayen
7it ana ghi m7arch bik w nta men niytek katclipi
Kandrifti flghebra wnta katkhle3 3ayn
Kanji kanfre3 lbab makansouni makanvipi
Rde3ti ghir zemla daba jay ngoulk boulha
Aji la Me7tajj n9erik ki tktb merhba goulha
Katgol ghir sahla mat7et ta syllabe m9ada
Machi wld rap nta rah fik ri7a dyal Tagadda
Tatkelkho lpublic b trackat jwan w 7adda
Kan7em9o f tecknique wl9wada fwdnk 3ada
Nmafhemti ta9elwa aji n3awd nchr7 lik lmada
Nta gha m9Tu3 9asd saka wsel l9aha sada
Makbrnach bzwa9 nssa, scratch w vynyl
Nta ghir zoma7 d Fransa kat3ti kerk azwimil
Trini 100 3am bch robbama tkhwili
Wla lu7 100 clip hana gha b audio kan7wi fik
Nta mo3jam te7diri ana wlah masme3t
3rfna kaysrfo 3lik swa3da jli aw men taraf khtek
Mat7tach tbeynha rh wad7a woudo7 chems
Soura bla ma tzynha ra lkhra ma kaytsbeghch
Ghi ma tsennanich nsali hit rh jay nkherbha
Nta 3al wjhk katkali wana 3atik brekba
Nari fimen te7ti khyo de3ti ya wld seg3a
Aji 3awdli ach daz 3lik tma f jana7 4
Katbni clash 3la clash dyal wa7d sam3 biya
M3ak Theodore Bagwell kowz wjer lkhamiya
Fch kanlu7 clash nta tma katbat 7lm biya
3ar lah gha gliya wch katrapi wla kat9ya
La kna f rap Yakuza ghatkun nta hwa l9wiwid
7seb ch7al mn punch ch7al mn tb3a kankhelli fik
Nta machi real OG mn choufa tban fake
Ki geltilk sa3ef sa3ef hada ghir l7wa w fayt
3aytli sensei f9obi rap wl alcool
Merhba bik 3ndi f dojo gls n9rik ach tgol
Les rhyme rh m7totin fsndo9 li medfon
La kenti Yamakazi ghat7sel fawl parcours
Oué m3ak So9rate oué hada li ma katfhmoch
Hada li kaygoul hedra wkaykhsk m3aha mo3jam
Mal had khona ma9rach mal dmagho kbr mghchoch
Kayfkerni b dok dyask Abdelkader Bou3lam
Ana la t9acher la sbat kichi hindi ghandi 3la zaaj
Nta la t9asser la 7tat fo9 lbeat gha zeggal
La jaka lberd hada ghtak wdhen to9ba b dfal
3lit 3lik s3ib l7al khlitk tiib bch tkal
9dem men Borghwata w3ach ldaba 7ayd
Rapk khfif ana ko7ol wnta frask raib
M3ak Nobonaga lsani sif samurai
Raso ghay3mik twli t9ra b méthode Braille
Nta ghatkun awel wahd fl3alam y7der lgnazto
Jni mskon wtal9 re3d 7ta bnadem ymot blasto
Fzen9a machi godfather rh ntaya ghir planto
Vrai kanbanlk bipolair 3liha ma katfhmch l′argot
Sir swol lwliya li khdama katsref 3lik
Zid zid wled bniya tzidk dowla bonus
Kay7tarmoni ta f Casa fga3 lmdon dl Maghrib
Nta ghir kadrebli blowjob fhad lfilm dyal Ljins

Dojo

I used to be nothing, you were showing off, it was obvious
Cause I was just messing with you and you from your heart were playing the victim
I used to walk in the dust and you were afraid of the evil eye
I used to knock on the door but they didn’t let me in, they didn't see me
You just came back as a friend, now I’m telling you the truth
Come to Me7tajj so he teaches you how to write “welcome”
You’re saying it’s easy, you didn’t even put down one syllable
You’re not a rapper, you have the soul of a Tagadda singer
You're fooling the public with beautiful and edgy tracks
We are crazy about technique and the power is normal for us
You don’t understand, huh? Come I'll explain the meaning to you again
You’re just given a mission to reach the top, girl
We didn’t grow up with pointless decoration, scratches and vinyl
You’re just a French imitation giving off a bad smell
Train for 100 years, maybe you’ll become something
Even if you make 100 videos, I’ll still destroy you with just audio
You’re a walking dictionary, I swear I’ve never heard of
We know they're spending money on you, maybe your brother or your sister
Don't try to show off, it’s clear as the sun
An image without editing, shit doesn’t get painted
Don’t wait for me to finish because I'm going to destroy it
You talk to my face and I’m giving you a knee
I’m spitting fire, you little shit, go to hell
Come back to me, what happened to you in Jana7 4?
You wrote a diss track after diss track about someone who listened to me
With you is Theodore Bagwell, the king of the tent
There was no diss track, you were there dreaming of me
Swear to God, just tell me, are you rapping or crying?
If we were in the rap Yakuza you’d be the informant
Count how many punches, how many kicks I’m throwing at you
You’re not a real OG, you look fake from the first look
Like I told you, applause, applause, that’s just sweets and it’s over
You called me sensei, my heart is rap and alcohol
Welcome to my dojo, sit down and tell me what you want to say
The rhymes are ready in a buried chest
If you were Yamakazi your run would be washed away
Yeah, I’m Socrates with you, yeah, this is what you don’t understand
This is the one who speaks and needs a dictionary with them
Our brother is not talented, his brain is big but empty
He reminds me of those who wear djellabas like Abdelkader Bou3lam
If I’m wrong or right, these Indian things are annoying
If you’re wrong or right, you just put a beat on top and you’re singing
If you’re cold, this will pierce your ear with a needle
I made it hard for you, I left you wounded, what are you going to eat?
I was born in Borghwata and now I’m here
Your rap is light, I’m dark, and your brain is rotten
With you, Nobonaga, my tongue is a samurai sword
It’ll blind you, you’ll have to read with the Braille method
You’ll be the first person in the world to prepare your own funeral
My flow is inhabited and it releases tremors until a person dies on the spot
You’re not a godfather in the streets, you’re just a plant
I was really telling you you’re bipolar, you don’t understand slang
Go ask the saints who are working, they’ll tell you about yourself
Go on, my son, add a bonus country
They choose me even in Casa, in the third world of Morocco
You’re just giving me a blowjob in this porno