[Verse 1]
I was told, “Consider music as entertainment”
I don’t give a shit about the truth cos the whole world tells lies
By all means necessary make money
Sell your soul to the devil, cheat people
Don’t do ‘rap coscient’, be vulgar and mean
We don’t become stars by preaching, we become successful by sinning
Too honest but your face doesn’t look smooth enough
Too good-looking but too much rage, not enough peace
You’re not the ideal son-in-law, son of crime
We knocked out our enemies, they woke up with piss all over
Leave your bros in the hoods, go embrace showbiz
Take this glass of champagne juice and alcohol
Confetti, private VIP lounges
Red carpet they told me to come socialize
You could screw a few young bitches like Alizee
Closer magazine, organized paparazzi photos
Swingers said to me, “Come, we’re going to have fun”
I said, “Fuck you and your bloody fagged out assholes”
Rap has become bastardized, the game gentilized
I feel out of place, like an Amazon at the Champs-Elysees
Knowledge is a blade, the idea is to sharpen it
Soon it will be world war 3, they’re not ready, they only want to fuck
As the years go by, my life gets better and better
Alcohol and weed, my guys’ health are deteriorating
I encourage them, like me, to try and work out
But to no avail, poverty has nothing to do with physical effort
All my buddies still have a part of me in them
I’ve got all the parts of the ghetto and I lick them on my fingers
For real, they say the ghetto youths are dead
I could die a thousand times, but not once like a coward
The cowards tire themselves playing hide and seek
The legal system doesn’t protect me, fuck your clashes
[Refrain]
15.12.77 the birth of a fucking killer
24/7 I never stop thinking of becoming a killer
If I die tonight
I’m still true to myself
[Verse 2]
Accomplished businessman, yes
Former street kid, seduced by vices and rap
No matter how much you suppress your inner demons, they’ll always come back to haunt you
I dance the Mia on heb pepper
I’m still in need, I come to terms with everything but I have no regrets
Too many evil eyes, wearing Afflefou glasses
They’ll never like me and I’ll never do anything for them
Make love not war, but I’m at war when I’m making love
I nail the flow of Migos as well as all those making use of it
When the game moves to the left, I dash to the right
I can only see my reflection in everything they show off
Don’t behave gangsta out there and fall victim to a stray bullet
I carry my balls around, that’s what all these clowns have their eyes on
They’re dicks and cunts
Let them jerk off, I’ll finger them
Let none of my fans idolize me
Just a verse and your album could flop
My virility has emasculated them
The industry serves the sole purpose of manipulating us
I jump the lights according to my conveyed values
You need to open your eyes in a way that gets them bothered
But I’ve got the freedom to nurse my wounds
Mechanically, all this is politics
Marginally, all this poetic
At the top, I hoist the flag of my ethics
France licks me with her tongue phonetic
My life, a violent Biopic
My career a mountain, I’ll make you sit on the peak
I’m not a good example, I let down the general public
If you want to please everyone, you’ll end up pleasing hypocrites
We don’t give a hoot about the press
The kids don’t understand a thing, satellite dishes connected to shit
De Vitry at the Grande Borne has only crews
Of pirates with scars all over, one-eyed men, tales of the vault
I don’t tolerate whims of rotten pampered kids
If I had enough I’d have fed all of Paris
They’re scared stiff, dude they’re pretending
They’re seeing red like the interior of my Ferrari
Nigga I pray so I can't be touched by your sorcery
Running faster than bullets, that’s Sarcellerie
Nourished and accommodated by my problems
I draw my strength from your hate
Sodomizing the rap game is my routine
I fill them with dread like Ukraine and goddamn Putin
There’s no relooking, to hell with the geeks
AK-47, deep in your nostrils with a low-kick
I’ll be a street fighter even when I’m eighty # Hadoken
Then I’d have to write a book so my hood can read
My future is being shaped up by the laser sword
I deal with the fine arts behind the wheels of a bulldozer
At my concerts, I’m more unifying than the Pope
I’m a general like Cancer
[Refrain]
15.12.77 the birth of a fucking killer
24/7 I never stop thinking of becoming a killer
If I die tonight
I’m still true to myself
[Outro]
I could die tonight but
I’m true to myself
The most difficult thing is not becoming who you are, kid
Through it all, the most difficult thing is being you
I’ve always refused to be what they want to reduce us to
You can take me or leave me to pop off, I really don’t give a fuck
You’re not done exploring every aspect of the mind of a bad boy
And how come my silence is so loud, like a YZ?
Bep-bep-bep
And that rouses their mothers
My voice lights up the darkest hoods of France
R.O.H.2.F (Housniii)
What do I care about being a celebrity?!
I cause light to diffuse into the shadows!
Hey, 9.4!
I’m the 9.4!