A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... There was a man, who lived in a galaxy far, far away... He had a dream... He had a dream... He had a dream... He had a dream... He had a dream... Epsilon Z, ah! Plateau Plomo! I lay down my foundation, I flow to Asia, into the mic, the street makes me a star, I come with quality, tear it up, you hear the sound from the rolling bands, because the blocks pump me up and spread bandits on the hunt, in front of the cops in the dark, wah! After a heavy hit, you get a circuit, drive to Vedut, press into the jail, their shopping, Hublot in the evening, 20 mill, ach, I don't give a ***, Sino gives the beat for the others, it's time out! In the disco jeans, I have blonde, I'm 08, your sister, Lucha, with her, she gets on the bus, the cock still, I bring music for the zombies in the park, who sit on the billboards at night, you give what you have, this life is crazy, I run in front of Amtja, as far as I can think, brothers go hard, we call the ghost the Sensenman, there is no alcohol reception here, street stays street, blue light reflects, when I talk about my situation, they rap on the streets, but they are not, I don't ask questions, I don't regret anything, they know my name, they envy me, R.A.M. a magazine, loaded, it makes BAM BAM BAM! they rap on the streets, but they are not, I don't ask questions, I don't regret anything, they know my name, they envy me, R.A.M. a magazine, loaded, it makes BAM BAM BAM! My Adam from Utrecht brings you plus zero zero, the *** is the devil, it's poisonous, all heroes for chains full of gold, risk freedom and suffering, you hear mothers crying, because the sons go in, while rappers sing and blow melodies, from his brother to escape because of twelve boxes of hares, now tell me who of us is the street, stacked the ***, as if I were a camper, doable twist, Cannabis, first 7, 1A, handover of bags with Dobermann, it was no fun, this tape is the tail in your ass, say babe, platter o plomo, make room for the chat, say babe, look, I step on the gas, we get big without much blah blah blah, write the part while I wait for my Adana, they wanted to hold down, made a lot of Tantana, R.A.M. a magazine, loaded, it makes BAM BAM BAM! They rap streets but they're not, ask no questions, I regret nothing, you know my name, they envy me, R.A.M. a magazine, loaded, it makes BAM BAM BAM! They rap streets but they're not, ask no questions, I regret nothing, you know my name, they envy me, R.A.M. a magazine, loaded, it makes BAM BAM BAM! R.A.M. a magazine, loaded, it makes BAM BAM BAM!