Текст песни International - Tom Swifty feat. Beni Blanco & Script Dollars

Ici, y a des dealers, des voleurs, des braqueurs
Qui côtoient des cotorep avec des bonnes têtes de vainqueurs
Des travailleurs acharnés, des branleurs invétérés
Des enragés comme moi que personne n'a pu arrêter
Des beaux décors pour l'été, et des corps enterrés
Ces soirées ou les gens n'agissent que par intérêt
Bien calé c'est instructif, des énarques à la chaine
Ramène un bif et de la tequila mexicaine
J'ai fais peu de bons choix, mis le couteau entre les dents
Les adversaires sans poids partent la queue entre les jambes
Sous le soleil ou la grisaille, dans les rues propres ou sales
Nique le rap ma caille, j'écoute plus que du heavy métal
En plus je t'insulte gratos, et ça de toute mon âme
Fils de pute!! on te souhaite la bienvenue à Gotham
En plus je t'insulte gratos, et ça de toute mon âme
Fils de pute!! on te souhaite la bienvenue à Gotham

I'm a big fish you lil guppy, have a sit, sonny
Take a minute to visit this sick fuck, he kick puppies
In the nitty and gritty of the shit he spit ugly
And the tyranny of the lyrics that erupt be disgusting
Play the hand you were dealt, lil buddy, and get lucky
On the other hand, get all that thou have stripped from thee
Shit's gully, wanna take over the world in the worst way
Rock harder than a earthquake till my hundredth birthday

They wanna see what the new fella has got
On TruthTella beats, is he a truth teller or not
Who's telling him stop, tellin' them watch, ready or not
Here I come, been through hell and I'm hot
I'm the one like Neo, free load never
C.O. cheddar, me dope better
Been through the sewer, he knows Shredder
From when I climbed out it's like he grew feathers
Took flight I'm first class, learn fast or earn last
I merc bars, and burn hard in Merc cars - Benz's
Lend me your lenses, watch as I end this
Best sit and listen, I shine and I glisten
They don't wanna diss him, they can end up missing
The end of every line is real, like you've caught a shark when you're fishing
Caught in the system, the trap
So I play the game see the system is cracked
Up, right, left, triangle and square, cheat mode
But the triangle ain't fair that's a fact
Look, Dollars on the road, Dollars on your block
Dollars from an O to Dollars for a box
Money in the bank now, Money me na watch
Money is legit, no hiding from the cops
Bluka! Bluka! Sound off on the haters
On top with the aces, a lot man is rated
Writing levels stay hot through the ages
Even if his voice at the end remains faceless
I've been a hustler straight from the start
Living in the UK the hustle is an art
Euro step cross channels inna France
Like Hugo, yep, I'm a Boss, au revoir

A restless spirit, never no luck where I am
Maybe cuz wherever I go, fuck, there I am
I came to the city with a penny and a prayer
And far as I knew, I hardly knew anybody there
It was hard cuz in the city you know that pity can be rare
And my destiny wasn't clear, it wasn't written in the air
So I slipped into despair, polluted the air cursin my birth
Tried to maintain, but everything just seemed to keep gettin worse
Then I remembered the cure, both a blessing and a curse
Write until my hand hurts, then one more verse
Big up to TruthTella for lettin me holler at Script Dollars
And Beni Blanco, Tom Swifty, international