♪ Belgium Critics' Lifestyle ♪ Don't ask me what's up, bro, I'm fine Sometimes I'm drunk, sometimes I'm like this A modest party, a lot of bitches I've already done a test, fuck, I'm in a hurry Sometimes I get my neck bang My soul eats, it's a flaw, I know, I always steal at night and during the week When we don't need to, we pour blood Then the need turns into a nerve, then I don't give a fuck at all I hit the brake, I suck it, then at the end, what's left? I'm fucked up, I'm not good How do you know? I'm an old rapper That's why I'm still fucking up I put on a bra, I lighten up on a stick What flies in the moustache He ran out of the target and fucked up the window Ha ha ha ha ha ha And the rest of my life is spinning like a twister Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha The weak fall off, the system kills them Ha ha ha ha ha ha Watch out for these whores, you know what I'm doing to you, Saka Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Mr. Joker is laughing at you, he's got a new jump Thanks for the invitation, I will never change I will give out my breath and I will burn you with respect Masuda, don't mess with me The rest of my life is spinning What flies in the moustache Masuda, don't mess with me The rest of my life is spinning What flies in the moustache Like Joker, I have an alter ego More technical than Jared Leto Old school from summer, bullet pellet With a light hand, I will defend my vector against fake With a light hand, he won't even touch me for ages With a smile, with a tongue, I will fuck them up Fast, fast, then such faces will come And the clerk will fuck up the mirror And Lucky Luke, like the spirit of the enemy He raised me up worthy of the same street Bruch took me to the hospital He raised me up worthy of the same street Bruch took me, took me These verses I write consciously, the goat has gone To the chinol at the microphone And the rest of my life is spinning like a twister The weak fall off, the system kills them I watch out for those who know what I'm doing to you And Joker is laughing at you, he's got a new jump Spill dirty thoughts on a clean sheet I throw away all the good you have like medicine On the other hand, the Catholic state is not better Holy peace has taken over the omnipresent envy The sense is deep like a puddle of money-given rap You see the harm, don't react, because they'll call you a traitor We can honestly talk here like a liar with a liar Or break the mirror with your fist to feel how much We are alone in the crowd Visual freedom, hungry sense Tell me what you don't understand And what you don't understand And what you don't understand And what you don't understand And what you don't understand And what you really want Fucked up appetite for life Or a fight for the smallest dick You would like to be at the top so much And you don't even know where he is And the rest of my life is spinning like a twister The weak fall off, the system kills them I watch out for those who know what I'm doing to you I watch out for those who know what I'm doing to you I watch out for those who know what I'm doing to you