This is the story of a guy who fell off a skyscraper.
On his way down past each floor,
He kept saying to reassure himself:
So far so good...
But how you fall doesn't matter.
It's how you land.
Raise your glass...
Raise your glass...
Raise your glass...
Cheers !
I'm making a toast to the death of the industry
Take out the 8-6: we're coming to celebrate the end of the record
Listening to the radio has become a torment
Except I don't like fucking purists either
Retro-futurist music
The soundtrack of Ulysse's adventures
I would live in the abyss, I wouldn't have any more pressure
All I want: to set fire to my town #Nero
Giving my body to science includes dissection
Whole days I recite my lessons
Tormented in a rain of questions
Just in one year, I was jaded, I wanted to quit everything, to leave the sound
I almost gave up without making my second delivery
But damn it, I've done the hardest part
Might as well try a salto before you fail at the foot of the wall
I'm back with my subculture, yeah
Except we're the future, right? We're the future!
I'm here to turn the Opinel between the stitches
They have censorship, later we'll have the wear and tear
Later on we'll go dancing at their gravesite
The song of succubi
On the edge of lust
Without possession, feelings are purer
That's why I write break-up songs
I'm trying to take a step back
I'm trying to move on
People murmur
I have trouble hearing myself think
Alien's son
Celestia star
I come to fertilize a female of every species
I'm learning to control my dirty reflexes
I jerk off before I write, I'm tired of talking about sex
I know your girlfriend doesn't like my lyrics but
If I listened to all the mares, I'd be a horse rapper, and
I don't mind, I respect, I do
Like Rocky in the storeromm: I don't give a shit
I'd like to be one of the optimists
I'd like to bring some kind of positive message
Like heroin in a urine test
Like Freddie Mercury's test
Around here people kill each other for one cent
In front of insensible rich people
From the murders to the infantile beefs
The place gets empty when comes summer
They break bottles and fire hydrants
The toddlers grow up, soon refer to themselves as big bandits
Crooks, they draw weapons, but they'll get busted quickly
Since September 11, they roll joints with the color of skyscrapers
As far as the market goes, you can find some good quality hash between the plums and the watermelons
I never surrendered, I'm resisting this world of stretched flows
18th wonder of the world, don't look for the hanging gardens any longer
This isn't street-art, my only luggage on the roof of a car
On a rooftop, I'm in my thirties, but I've still got a raw voice
Be careful where you walk, the cops are probably spying on you
You'll get a drive-by just for living on the other side of the railroads
Look at the faces, it turns my stomach, broken, panned
I was rolling me up a joint, I needed a theme, but I've only got a view on the Sacré-Coeur
People are vomiting, sleeping, no loopings, the routine
I'm coming right away, in the main time, I'm sleeping at 3 stations from where I live
I'm heading up there, on the butte, in order to watch the town
Another gargoyle, the streets are crazy, they're like rapids
For all the brothers that are lost, not here to over do it
To all those who abuse, I'm going up on the butte, in order to get closer to the sky
I'm heading up there, on the butte, in order to watch the town
Another gargoyle, the streets are crazy, they're like rapids
For all the brothers that are lost, not here to over do it
To all those who abuse, I'm going up on the butte, in order to get closer to the sky
In case of any trouble, you'll cover me
But who will be there ? I've got a few doubts
I'll be back around the time when the inspector goes to bed
Big earthquake, if you're nervous you'll get problems
One stone will be enough, no need for Castafiore
In order for the windows to break
I get so pumped up when there's no more
Place in my pockets, oh yeah, the boze
Explodes my head, get your junk out the way
I'm big, you're small like the Higgs Boson
My hand is sticky because of Mya Nichole
Don't mess with my idols, hey
I masturbate, I masturbate, I make money, that's perfect
I lie to you, fuck you, you get brushed off
The nose towards the stars before ending up burried
Bitch, don't get lost in the vice
Me, I'm for real
I can do it all, I can make us happy
You suck dick, I make comments
So you ameliorate yourself, I'll bring home a gold record
Scream : "Mazel Tov", whenever Vald is sober (Mazel Tov !)
I'm staring at the void like Joe Budden
Being that I'm getting richer, I'm getting fat
Dose of mega hash in order for me to lose it
On my right, the verb so, on my left, the blunt because
Those are the cornerstones and the planet gives birth
To wack ass cartels, yeah, but I don't care
I'm just looking for something to make me lose my mind
In a ziplock bag from the old country
You asked for the chorus, hang on
You asked for the chorus, hang on
An adviser will answer you in a few minutes
How to make rap without being dissident ? Han
How to make rap without being dissident ? Han
How to make rap without being dissident ?
If it's for the dividend, I hope that you fuck your mother in your diligence
Turnup in the club, ho
I remove broomsticks out of asses
You saw my face start to buzz
Now, you arrive laid back in the studio
That makes me happy
This song has never been translated in english for now
And i'm too lazy and bad to do it my self.
Lino is considered as the best lyricist so it's a shame
Sorry :(
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