[Intro]
What's up, hey, what are you talking about?
What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about?
What are you talking about? (What are you talking about)
[Chorus]
What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Knowledge is in silence
You're naked, you're broke, you're my prey, you're my food
I throw the money away, and then you dance
There's no coincidence, shut the fuck up, I'm the one who thinks
[Unique Verse]
I understand your need to exist, but when you open it it's ugly
Understand our need to excise you; your French is scaring
Stay still hands in pockets; you talk too much, don't say it's the weed
You're really lost, that's not bluff; is that really semen or blush? Blush
For you no redemption
I'm gonna swell your lymph nodes, all without pretense
Bastard if you're in the groove, I can deviate from my mission
Always the same ambition, since post-bac admission
When I rap I know I dumb myself down; my dick in your mouth stammers
I don't do it for "did you tell me", nah, but for Matuidi's salary (charo!)
I speak of love and freedom; to each bill I say "thank you" (thank you)
On your case I'm not going to talk; I smoke the joint, I go back to hibernate
Your fucking slut left you, that fucking cop slapped you
In the back of the restless class; to detail you twisted
All that shit hidden up your ass: this fucking theme I can't take it anymore
Don't talk about it anymore or I'll fuck you, even if it's to make a hit
[Chorus]
What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Knowledge is in silence
You're naked, you're broke, you're my prey, you're my food
I throw the money away, and then you dance
There's no coincidence, shut the fuck up, I'm the one who thinks
What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Knowledge is in silence
You're naked, you're broke, you're my prey, you're my food
I throw the money away, and then you dance
There's no coincidence, shut the fuck up, I'm the one who thinks
What are you talking about ?
[Outro]
Speaking up is sacred; you rap your shitty life and then
With that you won't pay for the crib; we'll surround you with chalk
Find a job, stop scratching, talk about things other than brothers
For the prepared end of the world; and for your shit you dare say to me: "You're not ready"
What are you talking about?