French rap / boom bap. Urban, determined & catchy. Rapper with French rap / boom bap. Urban, determined & catchy. Rapper with sampler & rhythm. 歌词
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
J'ai vu des phrasés qui s'décalent, des rires, des rides, des vies qui partentPuis des jeunes gazés qui s'débattent, qu'esquivent devant des flics qui parlentLa weed c'est médical, ici l'chagrin est délicatJ'ai la rage contre personne, puisque chacun est critiquableY'a des clochards qui te pé-pom, qui s'font démonter pour 10 ballesDes cons, des bons, des condés sombres et j'ai pas les fonds pour ti-parEsquinté des wagons, des gares, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsChez nous les braves gens s'tapent, mettent les bails dans l'sacAucun marchand d'sable, ouai les vaillants l'saventFaut pas s'en vanter, les enfants baventLe rap tue la jeunesse car les temps sont gravesCombien en font un fond d'commerce en s'pensant bravesA cause de toi saches que des gosses meurent en s'tranchant l'brasLes tours s'encrassent et les gens s'en tapentLes passant passent ça n'les enchante pasMoi j'ai la gueule pour leur emploi, mais pas le cœur qui va avecIci on fume, on tise, on bois, les jeunes s'consument pour faire la fêteLes journalistes j'leur mets des doigts et j'leur souhaite qu'une perquis' les pèteLa politique, la coke, des boites, pendant qu'ils interdisent les pét'Ça fait longtemps qu'ils nous la mettent, ces cons dépensé par les GrecsLes médias flambent ouais quand c'est dead, l'argent dépensé par les dettesIls bougent les vents, marées et mers, ils ont menti, ok c'est netCar on est gouverné en clair, pour du factice par des fennecs
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
Dis leur qu'on patine dans la semoule, qu'on s'en bas les couilles des urnesQu'on galère à faire des sous, mais frère, les trois quart sont déçusLes gens marchent et baissent la tête, mais tu sais la vie m'enseigneCe mode de vie nous reflète qu'ici on oublie l'essentielL'état n'est pas facile, c'est pas l'asile c'est l'carnageEn cas j'insiste, c'est pas d'la zik' c'est du partageJ'rap pour les gens qu'ont pas d'cash, la veine est palpableMoi j'suis pas l'pape, c'est pour les coeurs sans pare-balleMalaise palpable et climat d'peur, c'est pour voir les barbares, les tar-baNous des revendicateursIl faudrait qu'on s'rassemble, qu'on s'prête et qu'on s'batteL'état rouspète, faut que tout pète et qu'on s'barre
Ouais le passant passeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsMelan Omerta, ouais j'chante et j't'emmerdeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes gars
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
Urban, determined, swagger. Dramatic old-school hip hop featuring Urban, determined, swagger. Dramatic old-school hip hop featuring tough male vocals, electronic beats, eerie synths, intense brass stabs and confident piano chords. Catchy, motivating and full of attitude, with cool low-fi choruses. EXPLICIT.
歌词
Hey you feel this, another click classic, the real genuine no theatrics Mother fucker I, backs flips over any y’all actresses
Tracks in the fam, all wacks is in
You ain’t fooling no one when you move like that
Got my mind in a pretzel, what to do with that
You got that extra extra, I’m trying to find out
Make your boy wanna call a time out
Fuck the chit chat, yo son Let me hit that so I can kick back and concentrate on getting big cash
Got this that, hit that, never gonna quit that
Fresh like a tik-tak, respect yeah I get that
Man you must be out of your goddamn mind
Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind
Man you must be out of your goddamn mind
It's a been a while since I really had to regulate
But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate
Man you must be out of your goddamn mind
Now when you catch me on the scene I play the gentlemen’s role
Step to the flow with a real, genuine stroll
Throw a glance at shorty and she do that dance
Backing up on the champ, that’s a steady advance
I love unleashing the freak in a girl
Back shots and hand-cuffs, we in our own world
Got the champagne chilling it feels so right
Cos usually by now I know she’s not my type
So grap my arm if your rolling with me
To the after party, where’s VIP
And the VSOP, it’s all on me
Plus there’s plenty of haze you know what I mean
Man you must be out of your goddamn mind Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind
Man you must be out of your goddamn mind
It's a been a while since I really had to regulate
But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate
Man you must be out of your goddamn mind
Man you must be out of your goddamn mind
Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind
Man you must be out of your goddamn mind
It's a been a while since I really had to regulate
Urban, determined, swagger. Dramatic old-school hip hop featuring Urban, determined, swagger. Dramatic old-school hip hop featuring tough male vocals, electronic beats, eerie synths, intense brass stabs and confident piano chords. Catchy, motivating and full of attitude, with cool low-fi choruses. CLEAN EDIT.
歌词
Hey you feel this, another click classic, the real genuine no theatrics Mother I, backs flips over any y’all actresses
Tracks in the fam, all wacks is in
You ain’t fooling no one when you move like that
Got my mind in a pretzel, what to do with that
You got that extra extra, I’m trying to find out
Make your boy wanna call a time out
The chit chat, yo son
Let me hit that so I can kick back and concentrate on getting big cash
Got this that, hit that, never gonna quit that
Fresh like a tik-tak, respect yeah I get that
Man you must be out of your god mind
Acting like you making hits, you must be god blind
Man you must be out of your god mind
It's a been a while since I really had to regulate
But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate
Man you must be out of your god mind
Now when you catch me on the scene I play the gentlemen’s role
Step to the flow with a real, genuine stroll
Throw a glance at shorty and she do that dance
Backing up on the champ, that’s a steady advance
I love unleashing the freak in a girl
Back shots and hand-cuffs, we in our own world
Got the champagne chilling it feels so right
Cos usually by now I know she’s not my type
So grap my arm if your rolling with me
To the after party, where’s VIP
And the VSOP, it’s all on me
Plus there’s plenty of haze you know what I mean
Man you must be out of your god mind
Acting like you making hits, you must be god blind
Man you must be out of your god mind
It's a been a while since I really had to regulate
But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate
Man you must be out of your god mind
Man you must be out of your god mind
Acting like you making hits, you must be god blind
Man you must be out of your god mind
It's a been a while since I really had to regulate
Urban, determined, swagger. Dramatic old-school hip hop featuring Urban, determined, swagger. Dramatic old-school hip hop featuring tough male vocals, electronic beats, eerie synths, intense brass stabs and confident piano chords. Catchy, motivating and full of attitude, with cool low-fi chorus. EXPLICIT.
Upbeat, catchy, urban. Cool and motivating old school hip hop Upbeat, catchy, urban. Cool and motivating old school hip hop featuring confident male MC vocals, drums, synths and bright, playful flutes. Positive song with catchy, dramatic and determined choruses with organ, eerie synths and swagger. EXPLICIT.
歌词
I wrote this, opening the opus Knowing kids will quote this, Go and sniff the dopest Tell me if you smell me Tell you never felt thee Coming from where hell be on another relm he’s on
And while you pack heat what I pack is magic For you trick kids faker than the wackest actress Fly high jet and give me 15 seconds
To just rhyme my sentence like a drive by lesson
It’s like a drive by lesson It’s like a drive by lesson Peace to those who listen
I’ve got some extra shit to split and spit perplex you It's affection risk, just for the record man I’m wrecking this I rock it like Rambo you spitting at mimsy Karate kid kicking man this shit ain’t a film B
There ain’t no trying me
I’m on a rhyming spree I’ve got clefs noteriety like poiety Fly high jet and give me 15 seconds
To just rhyme my sentence like a drive by lesson
I wrote this, opening the opus Knowing kids will quote this, Go and sniff the dopest
It’s like a drive by lesson It’s like a drive by lesson
Upbeat, catchy, urban. Cool and motivating old school hip hop Upbeat, catchy, urban. Cool and motivating old school hip hop featuring confident male MC vocals, drums, synths and bright, playful flutes. Positive song with catchy, dramatic and determined choruses with organ, eerie synths and swagger. CLEAN EDIT.
歌词
I wrote this, opening the opus Knowing kids will quote this, Go and sniff the dopest Tell me if you smell me Tell you never felt thee Coming from where hell be on another relm he’s on
And while you pack heat what I pack is magic For you trick kids faker than the wackest actress Fly high jet and give me 15 seconds
To just rhyme my sentence like a drive by lesson
It’s like a drive by lesson It’s like a drive by lesson Peace to those who listen
I’ve got some extra to split and spit perplex you It's affection risk, just for the record man I’m wrecking this I rock it like Rambo you spitting at mimsy Karate kid kicking man this ain’t a film B
There ain’t no trying me
I’m on a rhyming spree I’ve got clefs noteriety like poiety Fly high jet and give me 15 seconds
To just rhyme my sentence like a drive by lesson
I wrote this, opening the opus Knowing kids will quote this, Go and sniff the dopest
It’s like a drive by lesson It’s like a drive by lesson Peace to those who listen
Upbeat, catchy, urban. Cool and motivating old school hip hop Upbeat, catchy, urban. Cool and motivating old school hip hop featuring confident drums, synths and bright, playful flutes. Positive song with catchy, dramatic and determined chorus sections with organ, eerie synths and swagger.
歌词
Dark, brooding, tough. Suspenseful hip hop underscore. Dramatic and Dark, brooding, tough. Suspenseful hip hop underscore. Dramatic and mysterious synths with slick beats and eerie, gritty, urban electronic elements. Atmospheric siren FX and vocal shout outs build drama.
Cool, brooding & dramatic Middle Eastern Hip Hop. Attitude-filled Cool, brooding & dramatic Middle Eastern Hip Hop. Attitude-filled urban track with plenty of swagger, featuring stylish, traditional string and flute melodies and hypnotic percussion with gritty synths and confident, stomp-clap electronic beats.
Come on, put this record on, you’ll see it’s so much funShake your head baby, there goes your bodyMe and my pink friends, we are so decadent,We need some cigarettes and entertainmentYou need to ouh ouh..You got to ouh ouh…Elisabeth you’re smiling, you’re not lying,it’s not what it seems just keep those dreamsuse your imagination babylike I use mineget your satisfaction darling..Me and my pink friends, we are so decadent,We need some cigarettes and entertainmentAnd entertaim..You need to ouh ouh..You got to ouh ouh..You need to ouh ouh…You got to ouh ouh ..Me and my pink friends, we are so decadent,We need some cigarettes and entertainment !C’mon put this record on you’ll see it’s so much funShake you head baby , there goes your bodyC’mon c’mon put this record on, you’ll see it’s so much funIf I would tell you I’ve been waiting for you so longWould you believe that this is just a simple love songMe and my pink friends, we are so decadent,We need some cigarettes and entertainmentOuh ouh… You got to ouh ouh..You need to ouh ouh…You got to ouh ouh ..Me and my pink friends, we are so decadent,We need some cigarettes and entertainmentAnd entertainment
Explicit language. Urban & festive. Reggaeton/bachaton. Male vocals Explicit language. Urban & festive. Reggaeton/bachaton. Male vocals sung in Spanish, synth, guitar, brass section, drums, latin percussion.歌词
Porque hoy es noche de rumba vamo a bailar sin parar traigan la otra botella que nos vamos a vacilar quiero emborrachar las penas y la tristeza olvidar
porque la noche es larga y yo la quiero gozar Es que la noche va pa arriba se siente la vibra la gente quiere rumba y el ambiente motiva
Everybody is ready for this the gansta, the bae, the tuff dogs, the chic’s... bueno nos vamo, estamos ready pa la disco donde te voa cael a moldisco sé que tú quieres y no me resisto we drinking majuana with vino tinto... everybody al desorden vamos hacer que se forme put your hands up vamo a brinca noche de rumba no se va a acabar
Loose catchy jazzy blues rhythm, underpinned by live drums and a Loose catchy jazzy blues rhythm, underpinned by live drums and a sultry, smokey vocal. Lyrics about love/lust.
歌词
My body aches My body shakes My body waits for you
lets not be wasting too much time Lets not be wasting this love of mine
You’re my heart attack, anytime Anyway I just don’t mind You’re my heart attack, you can bother me You can bother me anytime I don’t mind
While I’m working,
working so damn hard Just the thought of you just brings me up Dare I speak of it? Dare I speak of love?
Just a taste of you just lights me up
You’re my heart attack, anytime Anyway I just don’t mind You’re my heart attack, you can bother me You can bother me anytime I don’t mind
You’re my heart attack, anytime Anyway I just don’t mind You’re my heart attack, you can bother me You can bother me anytime I don’t mind
You’re my heart attack, anytime Anyway I just don’t mind You’re my heart attack, you can bother me You can bother me anytime I don’t mind
Instrumental, stadium blues rock vibe. Impact, swagger and attitude. Instrumental, stadium blues rock vibe. Impact, swagger and attitude. Great drum groove, enhanced with guitar stabs and nice little builds and releases.
Playful, mischievous and retro. Blues-surf-rock instrumentation with Playful, mischievous and retro. Blues-surf-rock instrumentation with drive and pace. Female vocals in freestyle jazz style with a sense of carefree abandon.
歌词
Gentleman of the jury, I’m ready to confess Please let me convince you I should be forgiven Of all of the lonely hearts I borrowed I like to return them to their rightful owners With just a few bruises and kinks I’m sure they can all be forgiven I’ve done a penance for each and every jurisdiction Tooth for tooth, eye to eye, in final justice now I know what it’s like to have a heart in pieces I’m not begging for sympathy, just a little release Gentlemen of the jury hear me out
And end this Suffering,
You went and pushed me over the edge I never saw it coming You went and pushed me over the edge I never saw it coming
Now you can blame me for all this provocation Most of them willing, covert and sometimes charming. Some of them running off the sinking ship Some are bitter sweet but you know some can really stink My trial, all my frequent errors in judgement While I’m looking for a safe place to put my heart in Now I know what it’s like to have a heart in pieces
I’m not begging for sympathy, just a little release I never saw it coming
You went and pushed me over the edge I never saw it coming You went and pushed me over the edge I never saw it coming
Playful, mischievous and retro. Blues-surf-rock instrumentation with Playful, mischievous and retro. Blues-surf-rock instrumentation with drive and pace. A sense of carefree abandon.
Playful, cheeky, female vocalled pop/hip hop with synthy trap beats.歌词
Wake up in the morning Money coming for me Other chicks is boring Money coming for me Pedal to the floor and Money coming for me Money falling on me Money and more money Money and more money (falling from the sky) 2xWake up in the morning Other chicks is boring Pedal to the floor and Money on my mindHey Ty Dollar If you see him Tell him I said holla Cuz the dollar sign is my… I’m twerk, twerk, twerking all these Franklins, I’m a scholar I’ve been working for it I’ve been grinding for it No one else done done it I got it cuz I want it I am the queen and the champion like Like Freddy Mercury… Forever I want it and I ain’t giving it up I work my hands to the bone and now I’m living it up I’m going dumb in the club My friends, we don’t give a hug We work to hard to get her The type to even it up No We in the sky with grills Gold in the teeth We do it for the thrills Sexy and we trill We never let you buss Unless you are a boss With a BE and MERTell Drizzy beep me 911 No emergency, Girls just Wanna have fun I’m swimming in a pool with 50/50’s and a sun He can get it with me and we can get it filthy I hustle like the King out the jungle So if you wanna tussle, come hard or pull a muscle This everything I wanted in my dreams That G Wag Benz, That French pair seen Hair down my back Booty up high I bench and I cut They wanna tell me why They misunderstood I said I do or I die In these streets when the lights come alive in the night like We in the sky with grills Gold in the teeth We do it for the thrills Sexy and we trill We never let you buss Unless you are a boss With a BE and MER
Ponderous, staccato beats, plucked synth strings with a effected Ponderous, staccato beats, plucked synth strings with a effected vocal chorus about the pursuit of money.
歌词
Money, money Go, go Got me going loco
This for all the days They didn’t pay me For the bad chick that drove home safely For the right guy She go crazy For the other guy She an old lady We young baby This son baby You ain’t in Kansas What you sky for You ain’t on camera Take a sip and she lose her manners We go bananas Then we go ape sh*t I feel just like I’m in the matrix Make work feel like a vacation Take a walk through this real imagination Lace up yo sneakers We out Commas are what we about Money that’s to long to count Money that’s to high to climb I think I’m losing my mind
Money, money Go, go Got me going loco
I just hopped up off the plane Straight into the flame I forgot my name But I know that shit is worth some change They done sold it all Had to get it back just to rock it And wear it on my sleeve Worth more than your watch is Give it up Give it up They all know you got it I’m shaking my head because I told him to hide it He showed her, she showed him And they went to the closet And couldn’t nobody stop it
