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[Extrait de The Wire & Action Bronson]
He knows my name but,  my name is not my name
And you?
To them you´re only the Greek
And of course I´m not even Greek

Yeah, Baklava, yeah
Hologram, yeah
That´s comin´ up

[Action Bronson]
Yo it´s Mister 4040 (Uh)
Dressed like I´m Treach from Naughty
A young brother that´ll stretch your shorty (Damn)
David Caruso couldn´t connect the story (What´s up?), solve the puzzle
His favorite murder weapon was a shovel
It´s the jefe (Uh), Spanish women all over my body like I´m Machete homes
All I do is write these essay poеms
Let´s get dusted at thе Mets game homes (Uh)
Like sixteen handles, catch me swirlin´ in the left lane home (Woo)

I don´t even got my left leg on (Damn)
Tryna dance tonight (Damn)
This ain´t your language, that I seen wrapped up my hands in ice
Me and my brother go together just like lamb and rice
(Fuck me)

[Hologram]
I eat African shrooms, while rappin´ on tombs
Back in June when I clapped at your goon (Ah)
My car color blue off, new when it´s too awful
The limo driver moved off or we´ll off you in new golf shoes
Workin´ on my birdie putt, you heard me, slut
Hurry up, curvy butt, uh
I need a bitch to go down on me (Down)
I mean really go to town on me (Town)

I mean really do a number on me (Suck that dick, bitch)
Supplyin´ a league, a few fiends died at my feet (Woo)
Got dealt a bad hand, off a half gram (Ow)
Feast to famine, give you a half xan
And throw you in the Grand Canyon (You fuckin´ dead, haha)

[Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah, uh
Uh
Meyhem doin´ good, that´s a rumor that I heard
Wearin´ diamonds, eatin´ blue fin tuna
They wanna test me like I´m Bradley Beal
None of your motherfuckas real, my nigga pass the steel
Mass Appeal, mass production

Mass destruction, crime, corruption
Wine consumption
On a private island wildin´
Put some through shade ´cause it´s jealous of my medallion
Pitchin´ and then compilin´
Late nights like Jimmy Fallon
Louis silk coupled with Nikes, picture me stylin´
My life story is an open shirt outfit
We gettin´ money, kid, you niggas ain´t ´bout shit