Featuring Shurik'N
[Chorus]
B-boy, b-girl, MC, dancer, graffiti, beatmaker, everyone
Bad phrase, bad frieze, bad fresco, bad phase, melody, percussion
B-boy, b-girl, MC, dancer, graffiti, beatmaker, everyone
In our rooms or in full rooms, I like rap and rap m 'love
[Verse 1: Akhenaten]
There is this strength in the fists when we raise them in the air
Proud when our classic shit travels the entire Earth
In this culture we leave the hatchet in the ground
And we count our unusual glass panther stories
I love my life, I love music too
For the success we'll see son, there's no sketch
The wolf of rap fed us, we took her breast
As the brother said so well belle vie the zin
We're going to put you in the mold, we're going to slip you into the [mold? movement?]
You know it will be well done, well done
But to agitate the troops, of course to arouse the crowds
You know it will be very fresh , very fresh
As soon as we rap the microphone weighs a ton
It is placed in a wicker armchair like XXX and Newton
Pump in the hand, the cannon does not don't spit the gum
But the tempered steel of the wakizashi which cuts the album
As usual, the sound is raw, hard, brutal
Nothing changes, they put back our wishes until later
For that we create a universe of parallel dreams
We children whose mothers washed their butts with paraben
Forget it, better think about the good things
You can get this track on vinyl in the right shops
We can row in the eddies when we have the right friends
Rap loves me myself, too much love in my stock
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Shurik'n]
This sweat that you feel is the blood of the sound that we serve
The essence that pushes us away from dark paths [where society loses?]
Without spare, our voices present themselves in sequences
Every day we rushes, deter' without hiding and without remaining silent
We like it full-bodied, raw, without taboo
Each word we add is like a bomb that 'they would like to defuse
A bad spell cast so that the dome breaks
May the stars shine enlightening the brothers who prefer to dance
We preach bounce and bass, we come to sing about life
Pound the globe with classics on a magic pen
If you come across him on a street corner, see this what he has to say
He will tell you about our lost battles and our heroic charges
Corrosive, I like it when he XXX like the streets of my city
Verbal graffiti to the 10 000 indelible colors
Poetry is not easy but too wronged
And abused a hundred times, despite this not willing to make a pact
br/>And it's been going on between us for over 20 years
Sometimes I feel like we're an old couple
Time flies by and even he can't change anything
That's how I loved it, how I love it and how I will love it
[Chorus]
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