(verse) Un monstre dans le crâne, un peau d’iguane et des membranes sur les organes j’crache le vomi très loin tu sais un peu comme Reagan Souffle la tramontane et te crame façon propane une drole de momi a tendance mélomane (Verse) quelques heineken comme des morceau de Frankenstein captain morgane a la morgue jette mes organes en panne jack l’éventré éventreur, tu l’as laissé rentrer ahahah haut les coeurs William pile ou face laisse des traces, tenaces comme du rouge qui tache « mais lèffe moi! j’suis pas kroninbouré! » (CHORUS) une créature, j’en suis le créateur et sa sépulture c’est mon réfrigérateur une drole de momi a tendance mélomane canibalcolique et toxicomane (Verse) transformation opérée y a plus moyen que je coopère croco dans son marécage opé pour faire un carnage dragon sortie de sa cage prêt a plombé ton mariage j’peux être méchant, j'vais etre vilain être un peu chiant et rire comme un Gobelin (Mouahahahaha) (Verse) bye bye les discours, quand je cours y a pas de concours Bili bim bala bam pili bam boulou boums et alors? tous les recouvrir de tiques de façon télépathique. J’envois des piques tranchantes piquantes comme des stalagtites. toujours des sceptiques? je vous jettent au fond d’une fosse pleine de piques ça tourne c’est hypnotique j’vous marche dessus comme des oeufs de pâques ça me détraque fallait trop que j’en fasse un truc dans mon bric a brac il faut que ca s’imbrique que j’en sorte un track qui me file la trique comme les Nass bo qui font du trek J’baisserai pas mon froc meme pour beaucoup d’fric j’suis pas une autre briques et moi je m’en moque si toi tu te braques j’fait du rock rick rack dans mon mic mac derrière mon mick avec mon Mac mange un tuc prend un tic tac c’est pas du toc ça t’attaque façon mars attack (Verse) C’est la panique a bord, les monstres ressortent du monde des morts! les dents aiguisé prettent a maché du papier les trucs que je me remémore etait devenu presque indolore! des betes empailler empiler, j’aurais du les faire cramé! j’pars a la dérive dans ces eau vives y a plus ames qui vivent la vague dépressive te pique comme une vive la tête qui tourne comme une lessive quand t’es chargé comme une ogive les makabé sortent du sol me il me suivent comme des agents du kgb les scarabée de la picole qui me grignote le foie jusqu’a me faire gerbé un dernier shot la tête au fond des chiottes y a des souvenirs qui n’ont rien a foutre la (mais ils sont ici!) pendant que tu sanglotes en te tripotant la glote! (mais ils sont ici au fond des chiottes!) (Chorus) une créature, j’en suis le créateur et sa sépulture c’est mon réfrigérateur une drole de momi a tendance mélomane canibalcolique et toxicomane (Verse) c’est l’heure de la raclée, j'me cailler j’rester la la tête dans mes cahiers pas taillé pour la récrée, acablé tu fini par cablé j’suis malin attablé comme un renard dans un clapier tu peux m’attaqué j’vais contre attaqué je suis ceinture noire de canapé!
jazz manouche
French
The lyrics evoke a sense of chaos, bewilderment, and dark humor, with an underlying current of existential struggle. The imagery of monsters and transformation reflects feelings of anxiety and conflict, while also embracing a playful yet macabre sense of creativity.
This song can be applied in contexts that explore themes of inner turmoil and self-reflection, such as in a performance art piece, a spoken word event, or even a theatrical performance that delves into the psyche of a troubled individual.
The lyrics employ a free-form style with dense internal rhymes and assonance that creates a rhythmic flow. The use of vivid imagery and metaphor enhances the storytelling aspect, lending itself to a playful yet dark narrative. The instrumentation typical to jazz manouche, characterized by acoustic guitars and swinging rhythms, complements the lyrical content by providing an energetic backdrop.
(Intro) Yeah, you thought you had it, huh? Nah, it’s my time. Get ready for this. I’m comin’ for you. (Verse 1) You ain’t a threat, you a joke in disguise, Try to step up, but you can't even rise. Your bars are weak, your flow is slow, I’m burnin' you out like a bad TV show. You’re a clown on the mic, just a circus act, I’m the real deal, you’re just talkin' smack. I’m movin' fast, while you stuck in rewind, You’re stuck on stupid, I’m miles ahead in my mind. (Pre-Chorus) You’re fake, you’re weak, man, it’s all just a lie, I’m takin’ the crown while you sit back and cry. I’m burnin’ the game while you’re playin' pretend, This is your end, it’s the last you’ll ever spend. (Chorus) You’re a clown on the mic, better step out the way, I’m takin’ over this spot, man, you outta play. You talk all that mess but you ain’t even real, I’m the truth, you a lie, keepin' that deal. (Verse 2) You flexin’ that chain, but it’s all just for show, I’m blowin’ you out like a gust of wind blow. You thought you were fly, but you’re stuck on the ground, I’m takin’ the throne, put your ass down. You fake like your drip, all your ice is a lie, You can’t touch my level, don’t even try. I’m a king with the crown, you just a peasant in disguise, You talk that talk, but I see through your lies. (Pre-Chorus) You’re fake, you’re weak, man, it’s all just a lie, I’m takin’ the crown while you sit back and cry. I’m burnin’ the game while you’re playin' pretend, This is your end, it’s the last you’ll ever spend. (Chorus) You’re a clown on the mic, better step out the way, I’m takin’ over this spot, man, you outta play. You talk all that mess but you ain’t even real, I’m the truth, you a lie, keepin' that deal. (Bridge) You’re out here flexin’, but you ain't got the shine, I’m risin’ to the top, you just stuck behind. I’m callin’ your bluff, I’m callin’ your bluff, You ain’t enough, man, you ain’t enough. (Outro) So sit back, lil’ boy, watch me take this crown, You’re just a clown on the mic, time to shut you down. Yeah, I’m the one, the only, the king in this fight, You’re just a joke, outta sight, outta mind
[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, it's your boy, I'm stayin' in style, At the Holiday Inn Express, Whitby, for a while, Kickin' back, relaxin', it's the place to be, Let me tell you why this spot’s so VIP! [Verse 1] Yo, I just landed, and I'm feelin' fresh, Pull up to the Inn, it’s a vibe, no stress. Modern rooms, comfy beds, feelin' like a king, Got the free Wi-Fi, yeah, I’m doin' my thing. Breakfast is included, stackin’ up them carbs, Eggs and bacon, I’m livin’ large. Waffles on the side, juice in my hand, When I check out, I ain't gonna wanna leave this land. Whitby on the map, got the views so fly, Coastal breezes blowin', man, I’m feelin’ high. Hit the Abbey, then the pier, no time to waste, But first, I need some rest in this comfy space! [Chorus] Holiday Inn Express, Whitby, we stayin' blessed, Lounge in the lobby, no need to stress. Cozy beds, free breakfast, it’s the best, Kick back, relax, we ain't worried 'bout the rest. Holiday Inn Express, Whitby, what a find, Perfect spot for peace of mind. Book your stay, yeah, you know it’s time, Holiday Inn Express, it’s a vibe so prime! [Verse 2] Take a stroll down the street, yeah, the town’s so sweet, Cobblestone vibes, man, it can’t be beat. From the old town charm to the ocean breeze, Whitby’s got a way of puttin’ your mind at ease. Back to the Inn, got the fitness room on deck, Sweatin’ out the travel, then I’m cashin' that check. Friendly staff, they’re here to help, no doubt, This is the type of stay that you’re talkin' about. And the view from the window, lookin' so fly, Whitby in the distance, got that Yorkshire sky. Comfy and clean, this place got it all, Holiday Inn Express, man, it’s the call. [Chorus] Holiday Inn Express, Whitby, we stayin' blessed, Lounge in the lobby, no need to stress. Cozy beds, free breakfast, it’s the best, Kick back, relax, we ain't worried 'bout the rest. Holiday Inn Express, Whitby, what a find, Perfect spot for peace of mind. Book your stay, yeah, you know it’s time, Holiday Inn Express, it’s a vibe so prime! [Bridge] From the moment you walk in, feelin’ so right, Holiday Inn Express, man, this is the site. Got everything you need, service on point, Book your trip to Whitby, come join the joint! [Outro] So if you ever find yourself in Whitby’s glow, Check out the Inn, let the good times flow. Holiday Inn Express, that's the way to go, Peace and relaxation, yo, that’s how we roll! [Chorus - Fade Out] Holiday Inn Express, Whitby, we stayin' blessed, Lounge in the lobby, no need to stress. Cozy beds, free breakfast, it’s the best, Kick back, relax, we ain't worried 'bout the rest... Yeah, yeah, Holiday Inn, Whitby, it’s where it’s at!
(Verse 1) Yo, I’m rollin’ down the street, where the shadows creep, Double D's on my chest, gotta protect my peeps. Thug brothers, no rest, yeah, we run this game, With the heat in our hands, we ain't playin’, no shame. (Chorus) Double D, we don’t play, bitches better know, If you rollin’ through my hood, better come correct, though. Thuggin’ hard, flexin’ bars, ain’t no need to front, Run up on my fam, motherfucker, you gon' stunt. (Verse 2) Ballin’ on the block, watch the haters drop, Sippin’ on that Henny while the bass go POP. Niggas know the deal, we the kings of this scene, Rollin’ deep, stayin’ true, you know what I mean. (Chorus) Double D, we don’t play, bitches better know, If you rollin’ through my hood, better come correct, though. Thuggin’ hard, flexin’ bars, ain’t no need to front, Run up on my fam, motherfucker, you gon' stunt. (Bridge) Ain't no parents 'round, we the ones who hold it down, In this concrete jungle, wearin’ crowns, no frowns. Got the squad on deck, all day, every night, When the drama goes down, we gon' ride, that’s right. (Verse 3) Run with the thugs, yeah, we stay insane, Double D, we bringin' that motherfuckin’ pain. Streetlights flicker, but we keep it lit, If you step in our way, best believe you gon’ get hit. (Chorus) Double D, we don’t play, bitches better know, If you rollin’ through my hood, better come correct, though. Thuggin’ hard, flexin’ bars, ain’t no need to front, Run up on my fam, motherfucker, you gon' stunt. (Outro) So remember the name, we the lords of the street, Double D thug brothers, can’t accept defeat. We protectin’ our own, yeah, that’s how we roll, In this life of a thug, we got heart, we got soul.
[Verse] Dodge potholes, city runnin' wild, Rugged streets, dreams in exile, Mirror cracked, scope the dial, Head high, no room for denial. [Verse 2] Stacks in my mind, funds on the grind, Double back, obstacles behind, Corner store wisdom, hidden gold, Tales of the block, stories unfold. [Chorus] City lights flicker, chase the shimmer, Hustle beats quick, no time for dimmer, Heart pounds loud, rhythm inner, Street survivor, breadwinner sinner. [Verse 3] Echoes of the past, dark alleys bark, Graffiti's gospel, tales spark, Lyrical largesse, monumental bark, Survival art, light through dark. [Bridge] Urban jungle, twist and weave, Concrete dreams, never leave, Satchel of schemes, vivid and cleave, Nightmares melt, goals retrieve. [Verse 4] Fifty blocks later, heart still roar, Vision keen, eyepiece to the floor, Ghosts of past, gone, no more, Eagles soar, above the store.
[Verse] Walking through the city lights with the wind so cold Hustle on every corner everybody's getting bold Streets whisper secrets that never grow old In this concrete jungle our stories are told [Verse 2] Eyes wide open darkness creeping in our mind In the shadows we find our own kind Each step we take it's the hustle we bind Survival's our anthem we ain't left behind [Chorus] Notti's memory lives through every beat we make In these streets we carve our fate no room for mistakes From the Bronx to Harlem echoes never fake Real ones stand tall in the path they take [Verse 3] Paper chasin' while we're dodging the heat Every block a battlefield gotta stay on our feet Life ain't soft it's tough like concrete Books and bullets give us lessons we repeat [Bridge] In the dark corners where the city hides its tears Love and loss interwoven through the years Silhouettes dancing holding spite and fears In every beat you hear our cheers and jeers [Chorus] Notti's memory lives through every beat we make In these streets we carve our fate no room for mistakes From the Bronx to Harlem echoes never fake Real ones stand tall in the path they take
David talkin’ loud, like he holier than thou, Claimin’ “it’s my religion,” but look at him now, Preachin' hate on the low, actin' righteous and proud, But sneakin' to the strip club when the sun ain’t around. You judgein' who people love? Man, get off your high horse, You just mad 'cause you stuck in your own life’s divorce, You wanna point fingers, but you’re drownin’ in lies, Hide your own shame while you criticize lives. David’s so holy, but only when he wants, Spewin' hate at the gays while he chasin’ his haunts, You a hypocrite, dude, a fraud to the core, In the club at 6 AM but against “sin” for sure. You say it’s against God, but what’s your excuse, For the double life you livin', all that hate you produce? You act like you’re perfect, but you far from clean, More skeletons in your closet than a horror scene. You preachin' family values, but you livin' a scam, Actin' like a saint, but you just a sham, You can’t face the truth, so you tear others down, But your mask’s slippin’ off, you the joke of the town. David’s so holy, but only when he wants, Spewin' hate at the gays while he chasin’ his haunts, You a hypocrite, dude, a fraud to the core, In the club at 6 AM but against “sin” for sure. You wanna judge love, like you got the right, But your own life’s a mess, creepin' late in the night, You say it’s all morals, but it’s all just a game, You the sinner in disguise, and you carry the shame. It’s easy to hate when you can’t face your fears, When you drown out the truth with your own fake cheers, You the last one to talk, the last one to preach, 'Cause the only thing you teach is hypocrisy’s reach. So take a seat, David, your act’s gettin' old, The lies you tell ain’t worth the gold, You a fraud in the spotlight, exposed by your flaws, And the real ones don’t need your hateful applause.
I beat my children if my beer is warm, use the metal part of the belt I’m just cold, forty mili something crimes or so I’ve been told… Woah, woah, woah, this is how probation goes, woah, woah, woah, I guess this is how divorce goesss…
[Verse] Stacking up these benjamins, pockets getting heavy, Streets got me hustlin', head on a swivel, always ready, Ice on my wrist, cold like winter in December, Roll with my crew, we kings, no pretenders. [Verse 2] Riding in the Lambo, black tint, moving stealth, Haters on my tail, tryna snatch the wealth, Shorty on my lap, looking finer than gold, In the heart of the chaos, stories unfold. [Chorus] Money flow, rivers green, drowning in the riches, Guns cocked, ready, only real ones in my trenches, Ladies all around, circling like sharks, Life in the fast lane, lighting up the dark. [Verse 3] From the block to the penthouse, climbing every rung, Enemies plotting, they wish I’d be sprung, But I keep my game tight, chess moves, strategic, In a world full of snakes, gotta stay enigmatic. [Bridge] Every night a party, popping bottles 'til the sunrise, City never sleeps, neon lights, we run the skies, Loyalty etched in ink, bonds tighter than chains, Through the storm and blood, our legacy remains. [Verse 4] Counting stacks, flipping packs, making deals every hour, Power moves in silence, kingdoms built from the tower, Girls in the vip, sipping on the finest drink, Living fast and fierce, never missing a link.
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