Akhenaton
Time to celebrate, life has left me a gap, just to enter sequestered,
In the cellar of Hip Hop, I deliver these excerpts verbal spray,
In my veins, the sacred fire,
here it creates it does not chirp in the tipsy cocktails
dirty Saturday evenings , distraught,
the street brought me only rubbish, deceitful, in the long run, it tore me apart
taxed as vandals in the CD shelves, here the technicians
we come to repair everything it seems that Lynicism is dead
Make way for variety, piss off, I have saw the year reveal itself,
And thousands of pens dry up marked, PVC artists
death incrustors, whores that call in PVC
now federated, assault on the pigsty, unleashed troops
drawn, clear strategy, oiled, well repaired ©pét©e
yeah it's me, the little kid who was kidding about PCBs
I drew out the B.I.C: we understand the meaning of my AKA
if you're so good, where's your idea: fuck off
I decided to leave kindness aside this summer
enough sleep, enough vegetating
I give time to the notebook, like my mother, doing it, at the CGT
a thought, for the MC's who preceded me
no gratitude, for those who see it, as a fixed-term contract
it's settled, early vinyl, now DVD
always the same strength, excited, like a guy on PCP
true, without unraveling imaginations, there's no one I hate,
I want to be just above the crowd ©e,
without saying I have the lavish lifestyle of a big CEO,
I want my part of the dream and that around mine, it is light
Don't get in my way, you'll be cleared away
You think I'm sleeping, you're wrong, bro, I'm too awake
but what's going on man, do you feel abandoned?
You shouldn't have come up with a crappy one like that, live from the WC.
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Axiom, castigates the mic, chisels the tarmac
Puts pressure in the bins
Attack on beat, rap tactician
J'dé dick, I knock, I invite you to burn the dance floor
First, I clarify my path, 2 I check the level of the MIC
It only takes a little for us to terrify 2,1,2, hun
The jacteurs have fled, all that remains is to hurt the beat
Your screams assure me (make a gesture) make the sound of the stereo blare
Stay here, that's what the fucking guest assures
A challenge to the laws of gravity, a zest of rage in a supple flow
Arsenik or when the words and lightning mates
Another crazy verse cut the sound that I blow please the loop
Before my lyrix uncouple puts play
Dude magnifying glass not the thing, you have the scoop the excluded
I'm on a roll and you're in another sampler phase
You know the blaze (no) I'm I'm going to spell it (box) LINO
In rhymers with fucking sentences,
In this bizz I crush, and damn whoever falls
C it's a weapon my fucking mic, it's the extension of my arm
It's downstairs that I draw myself before the fight I collect myself
I have a rhyme for each nail in your coffin
One eye stuck in the back, since this whore of friendship doesn't give any gifts
If you're looking for a fucking knife take one from my back
br/>Little brother my credo
You'll have to get used to it, I'll rap this damn truth naked
Since you've been talking about pointing his saps at him it's simple
I feel the pulse of the street in time, hit or it hurts
I have it in my skin and it's raw
Full pot man , I start when the instrumental swings
And the anti-pop suffers, under the spray,
The ring is the bins and at the gate the MCs are jostling
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