[00:00.000] 作曲 : Elisa Poublan/Clément Barba/Simon Caillat/Sacha Bertocchi/Pierre Coll/Vianney Elineau
[00:29.830]I invoke the right to call out
[00:31.610]Those vultures scoping the trout to haul out
[00:33.520]And fight the small bout like "I know them!"
[00:35.420]Catch a Hadoken from the biro pen
[00:36.84]
[00:37.280]"Round 1"
[00:38.160]Ding, everybody rides backseat
[00:39.090]Fact-sheets at the ready skimping on the baksheesh.
[00:40.950]Same routine: nobodys on your team then
[00:42.760]Suddenly you're butter and they wanna catch cream
[00:44.65]
[00:44.900]"Round 2"
[00:45.530]Previously all in absentia
[00:46.490]Crawl from the cracks for the sold-out Olympia
[00:48.300]Please.. strictly crew to the death and the
[00:50.100]Few that spread true love and affect-
[00:52.01]
[00:52.550]I-o-n in the li-o-n's den
[00:52.870]Stay up out the Zen you aint coming in
[00:55.720]Mumbling something in my ear about
[00:57.480]"Dude, we should roll together.." fair weather
[00:59.44]
[01:00.290]It's breaking news: I adore your bad style.
[01:02.300]WIth confidence you thrive.
[01:06.230]When you make up your own big stories,
[01:09.980]would you think to count me in it?
[01:29.14]
[01:29.300]Extra, extra, see through the texture.
[01:31.400]Peek when the vectors align like a star sign.
[01:32.750]See what you find in the constellations,
[01:34.850]aware that we're merely oscillating
[01:36.36]
[01:37.270]Molecules in solitude contemplating
[01:38.440]about our food, fuel, and our social status.
[01:40.110]Lay the routers down; hooters out;
[01:42.310]bring the loot around for the coup de grace.
[01:43.61]
[01:43.980]With the sound a villainous killer,
[01:45.230]now your biggin' up the drinks we shared.
[01:46.490]From the mouth I'm the illest rhyme spitter.
[01:47.860]Gold, glitter ain't shit - evidently frère.
[01:51.190]So what you think we had was an illusion.
[01:52.930]We aint never pinky sweared or went boozing.
[01:54.780]Never skipped through the land hand in hand
[01:57.230]or added boom to bap and kept grooving.
[01:58.560]Breaking news!

作曲 : Elisa Poublan/Clément Barba/Simon Caillat/Sacha Bertocchi/Pierre Coll/Vianney Elineau
I invoke the right to call out
Those vultures scoping the trout to haul out
And fight the small bout like "I know them!"
Catch a Hadoken from the biro pen
"Round 1"
Ding, everybody rides backseat
Fact-sheets at the ready skimping on the baksheesh.
Same routine: nobodys on your team then
Suddenly you're butter and they wanna catch cream
"Round 2"
Previously all in absentia
Crawl from the cracks for the sold-out Olympia
Please.. strictly crew to the death and the
Few that spread true love and affect-
I-o-n in the li-o-n's den
Stay up out the Zen you aint coming in
Mumbling something in my ear about
"Dude, we should roll together.." fair weather
It's breaking news: I adore your bad style.
WIth confidence you thrive.
When you make up your own big stories,
would you think to count me in it?
Extra, extra, see through the texture.
Peek when the vectors align like a star sign.
See what you find in the constellations,
aware that we're merely oscillating
Molecules in solitude contemplating
about our food, fuel, and our social status.
Lay the routers down; hooters out;
bring the loot around for the coup de grace.
With the sound a villainous killer,
now your biggin' up the drinks we shared.
From the mouth I'm the illest rhyme spitter.
Gold, glitter ain't shit - evidently frère.
So what you think we had was an illusion.
We aint never pinky sweared or went boozing.
Never skipped through the land hand in hand
or added boom to bap and kept grooving.
Breaking news!