[Intro]
And tremble with joy
For your reward will be wide in the sky...
[Verse 1 : King Ju]
I'm Raskar Capak and I tackle you with my mic
Life's a pitfall
No mercy when the lyrics strike
My smile freezes you
Like a grinding clic-clac
Here he comes back DAMN
Every Tuesday to shake hands
Give me the courage
To go and eat all the clouds
Listen to my heart
Listen to the rage
Listen to this anthropophagous text
Listen to this guy who votes for chavs
Listen to this mother alone who cracks
Listen to the animals screaming
When you bury them into a bag
We come back proud
Crouched in the dark during thousand years
These lungs enlighten you
Like EDF or nuclear
So shut up
The argeniums walk by themselves
No chicks no job no food
It's really tricky
I'll never calm down
I'm too heavy-hearted
I cut legs, amaze you, kick boxing again
And this is total hypocrisy
Little hope it'll disturbs
And there is general apathy
Little hope people change but...
[Chorus]
Stupeflip quick Stupeflip quick
Sutpe-Stupeflip quick
Stupeflip quick Stupeflip quick
The thing is alive in the minds even if it's burnt in the shops
You locked him up, gagged him, tied him up X2 Oh weee
[Verse 2 : Cadillac]
Cadillac in peer-to-peer
Comes back to shit in your skull
make a little pile
I'm speaking to the lil' one
Inside of you to whom I'm speaking
Deep down inside of you
There is a child who cries
You, you can't feel, and he feels bad
You locked him up, gagged him, tied him up
You recognise this little guy inside of you ?
the little boy, the little girl
Who cries at the bottom it's you
You prefer to hide
Do the minced beef
Vacuum packed
It's hard to breathe
Is it you up there ?
Playing with the big boys ?
You're faking
The big man, the swaggerer, the whore
who's going round and round in circles
You think you can handle it
but you're bad digested
Where is he, the little boy you were once ?
Is he dead, the little boy you were once ?
[Verse 3 : King Ju]
I don't break
I don't laugh
I don't hope
I observe others
Going down the drain
or the pipe
Don't come and judge me
I'm doing my best
with what I have, man
This is not the bastard Carnival
Or Augustin Legrand*
4 by 4
I'm cutting my dreams
With a simitar
Drowning kittens
Killing hopes with a slingshot
Wait, how come I didn't do
All the things I had to do ?
I did my 60 prayers
on the floor of the powder magazine
Sentimental crowd** I often looked for you
But where are you ?
Where are the utopias?
Where are the awakened ?
Where are the pretty ladies
The pretty souls
Where are the brained ?
Fed up of being alone
I'm tired of explaining
Utopians get up !
I've got lyrics stocked
And if nobody gets it
I retreat in Petaouchnok
So let me freak out
Let me tell you before I die
I'm not this slave waiting for the week end
to escape.
[Outro]
You locked him up, gagged him, tied him up X2
gagged, tied up (echo)
In this year of our Lord 2999, the Crou had passed on
Humans finally got the better of it
This is why what you'll listen on this disc will antecede 2999.
Yes, the Crou was dead.
But, the carpentry, this evil entity, creator of beats, was still working.
Always more terrifying...
loudmi
Lets Chill Page
Vineri, 27/08/2021 - 05:36
* French actor fighting for housing rights
** = "Foule sentimentale", title of a song sung by Alain Souchon