Lyrics: Cousin 92 years ahead and it's already 100 years, my man Yo! check Villeneuve-la-Garenne, the buildings the struggle, the widowed girls the pastry 92 Guizmo's entourage yo yo I think I've already said it but I'm ahead of the game I put people in a bad mood like the weather in France Listen to my shit, I swear my verses slide I was already rapping crazy stuff even when I wasn't smoking shit Damn, too many MCs are fake like my pair of Air Stabs I come bumper-to-bumper with them, so they need to get airbags And don't be shocked when you listen to my sixteen bars I'm secretive, yeah, in secret I write crazy lyrics Hey, in primary school I already had flow Even if I rapped slowly, it wasn't slow No, like my comrades I've always had the rage 9.2 In the newspaper, well, I always read the page Yeah, hooded with my clique of barbarians Veski the bad mans, damn, what a badass rhyme And yeah, I jerk off on your fucking face Cause I have future gold records on my fucking paper And I keep on kicking because the niggas love it I shine so much that I've disturbed his optic nerves There, I'm hot, whoever stops me, I'll clash him You want a slice of hash, kid, bring the cash Indeed, rapping is more my thing And for all those who suck dicks, well, lick my ass instead Damn yeah, I won't stop, the beat will take a hit I'll destroy it, on my grandma's head Damn, you don't know how hungry I am, yeah I'm just an amateur but I come to eat the pros That one was good, I'll put it in another text I don't suck anyone, I claim it, I come from Hautes-Seine More precisely, Villeneuve-la-Garenne The buildings the struggle, the widowed girls the pastry If one day you can't find me and you're looking for a beast of a verse Go see Philly Phall, baby, he'll handle it I'm high every day but even sober I move forward By fucking the state, I tore up France's vagina That one was hardcore, maybe it should be censored But I don't give a fuck considering everything I've endured In 2-3 years, I still see myself spitting on the microphone With my black ass on the throne They released Saw 6, I'll be the author of Saw 7 It's gonna disgust you like a sock's smell You want to live my life, I hope you have a strong back Because what goes on in my zoo, yeah man, it's unusual They get high all day and at night it's insomnia All my homies are crazy, as if they're walking on a smooth floor Where I hang out, people have knives in their jeans They steal motorcycles, I say (nine) and make bundles in the shit And I've dropped verses with balls I cut out the disgusting MCs, I lay them down with a headbutt Guizmo who spits, Guizmo who destroys Here, Guizmo who crumbles, here, Guizmo who smashes you Damn, the money needs to knock on my door I'm fed up with my mother fantasizing about Jack Abbott's house The blues is here but I'm waiting for it to leave Happiness is a snitch, that's why it's hiding Let's see who wants to test the best, Guizy You act like a gangsta but you're tickling my dick I'm ahead, every ten minutes a flow comes out of the factory I crushed the competition on music blogs You're wondering if I'll continue for a long time Yeah, yeah, yeah, and fuck your mom if you're not happy Yo, rappers are too funny They don't know that each of my verses is a kind of prototype Damn, my homies get hard only in front of a nice brick Come to Villeneuve-la-Garenne, you'll lose your mind And this is for my night owls scratching at the welfare checks 2 for my players who hit on sluts 3 for my peeps 4 for yours 5, my song is doing well 6, dude, stay in your place, run fast, you have tracks on your back I come from the Tèss at the base, dropping lyrics off the cuff Amateur or pro, I'll bring you up to date I need to get out, man, suicide's knocking I can't lower my guard every time I attack the cops It ends up in custody, these bastards are on the lookout They want to provoke your fall to see you at the bottom of the street But I have other plans for my life, I come from where the crazy people live Let the suckers suck my dick and Guizmo, rap the rhyme In my final stand, I'm just warming up A cut is needed and it's sharp, please help me to explain the meaning and story of Guizmo's song "Le Fugitif" (92 Measures) in English.
