Akha

L'enfoiré Devant Mon Miroir (Bonus Track)

Prod : Le Dé

Photo : Le Dé in Miami my G

Lyrics :
Intro :
Something for you who said I ain't the best out there (I got)
Something for you who said I ain't the best out there (yeah I got your names)
Written on a list (while I'm)
Rollin in my whip (yeah I got your names)
Written on a list (while I'm)
Rollin in my whip (at ease)

First verse :
How many times should I let you know that I'm an outkast
Bitch I'm a broke ass young fella still on the progress
Flawless, even though I'm stuck in this lower class
Even though I'm smoking some purple grass
Bitch you know I'm fascinating
You wanna know my worth? You won't be the first trying to estimate it
Cause at least i'm like a 2 digit yield
I'm too vivid mastering 2 different fields
Yeah, I be rappin' shit, I be rappin' shit and then
I be singin' shit, I be singin' shit (oh well)
Foreigners be feelin' my shit, ya dig
Bad girls be feelin' my dick, it's big
Last line was metaphorical
Cuz last night I only fucked a leprechaun, I recall
Even though my memory gettin' worse and worse
And every trip on memory lane, I'm trynna get reimbursed
Trynna steal lady's purse, it's bad, I know it, I'm mad
I'm flowing, you glad, cause that's some shit you never had
Some shit you never heard, it won't ever get on your nerves
But, if it does you better holla' cause (I got)

Chorus :
Something for you who said I ain't the best out there (I got)
Something for you who said I ain't the best out there (yeah I got your names)
Written on a list (while I'm)
Rollin in my whip (yeah I got your names)
Written on a list (while I'm)
Rollin in my whip (at ease)

Second verse :
Money talks but I'm deaf, and I guess that I'm blind
Cause I don't see those dollar signs when they passin' me by
And some may say
"I mean that's the reason why he didn't make it!"
Yet, bet!
What I'm 'bout to drop is more addictive than you cigarette
So, pick your favorite rapper, let me know who it is and
Right before I spit fire, is the dude on my list ?
My top 5, favorite rappers, dead or alive
2pac, 3 stacks, Shady, Yeezy, forgot who the fifth was
You sayin' Rick Ross??
Hell nah, he a lie
Let me save so I can get a flight to M.I
It may take me some time to shine
But if my rhymes are tight
It all gon' be alright
Let me get a bike so I won't need no ride
NEVERMIND, fuck those dudes who said I'll never sign
This shit ain't science
Just give me a nobel prize and I'll be fine
Cause I ain't desperate, I ain't hopeless
I'm just reckless
I'm way hotter than what you expected
I ain't giving you no fake shit
I've been living in the basement
I want a crib with a view on the best beach
I wanna spit on some great beats
Be patient, end up in Beijing
I don't like risk, but let me risk a verse while I'm hot
To end up like 2pac, 3stacks, Shady, Yeezy, K-dot

Chorus:
I got something for you who said I ain't the best out there (I got)
Something for you who said I ain't the best out there
Got your names written on a list (while I'm)
Rollin in my whip (yeah I got your names)
Written on a list (while I'm)
Rollin in my whip (at ease)

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“Requiem for a Flawed Capitalism” is a ciphered indictment — a funeral verse for a system that promised freedom but delivered exhaustion. It’s not just a critique of capitalism’s excesses; it’s a requiem because the damage is already done, and the mourning is overdue.
Here’s the architecture behind the lyric:
Conceptual Spine is based on W.E Du Bois’s warning — “The slave went free; stood a brief moment in the sun…” — becomes the opening wound.
That “moment” is reframed as a false dawn, where emancipation mutated into wage servitude, and the plantation became the platform.
Central Metaphor: The Spin Cycle
Old stains: slavery, colonialism, racial capitalism
New detergents: democracy, meritocracy, “equal opportunity”
Fresh cycles: gig economy, debt peonage, algorithmic bias
Fabric softener: diversity optics, corporate inclusion, sanitized history The metaphor exposes how exploitation is rebranded, not removed — the drum keeps spinning, and we tumble again.
Visual and Emotional Tone
Urban decay, discarded tech, fog-drenched skylines — the imagery reflects a world where capital has outlived its conscience.
The lyric doesn’t beg for reform — it architects rupture, naming the mechanisms and refusing the soft lies.
Cipher Rap × Funeral Cadence
The delivery is Nas-style: poetic, militant, reflective.
It’s not just a rap — it’s a requiem, a eulogy for a system that never mourned its victims.
The chant:
Why It Resonates
Because it doesn’t just name the problem — it exposes the architecture, flips the optics, and demands clarity. It’s not nostalgia. It’s not reform. It’s a ciphered reckoning.

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