WE'RE SO BACK

Mix - Samuel Brais-Germain
Master - Gabriel Meunier
Cover : Barbara Lajeunnes (photo) & buvard (traitement)

Paroles :

Ah yeah
‘Kay
Huh!

J’suis dans la SSI
Sippin’ on Hennessy
Elle joue des games comme au NES
So j’me suis chop l’impératrice Sissi
Elle fait des backflips, c’est SSX (Ah yeah)
La prod, je l’assassine
Y’a que des patrons ici, ah yeah
C’est Top 20 CBC, ah yeah (Top 20!) 
She’s giving me top pendant que j’me gèle
J’peins sa toile comme Jean-Michel
Juste avec un doigt, j’lui donne des ailes
J’suis très adroit avec les demoiselles (Aye)

Yeah, j’ai la Soyuz dans le bec
J’pars en orbite
C’est pas ce soir qu’on verra une fin morbide
Rest in peace à toutes nos idées mortes-nées
Ce soir, j’suis content qu’on soit bornés
You feel me?
Yeah, ce soir, tout est permis
Garanti que demain j’suis cerné
Mes yeux auront pas fermé
On s’paye la traite comme la fermière
Yeah, on brasse la merde comme les fermiers

J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
Yeah, j’fais juste m’envoler, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
Hey, baby, what’s the plan?
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
Tu me l’auras pas volé, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
Woah!

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Ah, j’pense j’ai perdu tous mes réflexes

J’suis en apesanteur
J’fais juste monter depuis cent heures
Ici, y’a pas d’bruit qui m’enterre, yeah
Y’a pas de snakes, pas de menteurs, yeah
Ici, j’suis très loin de l’enfer
Pas plus proche du paradis
Peu importe c’que tes parents disent
J’sais qui a juste une chose qui nous est garantie
Mais ça va encore très vite dans ma carotide
So j’vais continuer d’puffer comme un North Face (Puff, puff, puff!)
Pas mon problème si tu suis pas mon pace
Ah, j’suis dans la SSI
Tout l’monde est blessed ici, ‘kay

J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
Yeah, j’fais juste m’envoler, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
Hey, baby, what’s the plan?
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
Tu me l’auras pas volé, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
J’fais juste m’envoler, my man
Woah!

visuals : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_OCb_4YB2s

CC, FF, wærry & GK

verse 1 [CC]
All work and no play
Koop became a dull boi
Bloom bringin that cold noise 
Apeshit comme un Oldboy 
Dernier acte sul Tolstoĩ
Roulette then you goin boy 
Who you tryna gun down 
Hate is gonna come round 
No you not my comrade
Course le shit est dumbed down
Homie l'tien y sonne fade 
Séquel sur le solfège 
Le ciel est sombre 
La grise neige 
Grésille après l'concert 
Yeah ça grésille après le concert

verse 2 [Franky Fade]
Screaming fuck the system
How original
Yeah it's been us against them
Are you rich are no
Only reached the regionals
But we snatched the trophy
While y'all celebrating
Fucked you region's hoes
While y'all pussies masturbating
Imma kill y'all bloodsuckers
Get slayed
Franky Blade
Call me Wesley Snipes a kid
Through the window pane
Feel his pain?
See this mane sprouting from my head
I'm the king of this jungle and
I'm seeing red

verse 3 [wærry]
Just stop for a moment and take it all in
How you feeling now?
If your answer is the same then you might be insane
I can't help you
If you cant help yourself
To a better way to carry on
Dreaming
Mend your aches with a different man's same words . . .

verse 4 [Ghost Kid]
I'm lookin like that bish you wanna kill
Ghost kid don't wanna hear you talking he don't wanna feel
Funnily enough silence is what I prefer nowadays
I'm gon mute all u mofockaz in any ways

Feeling so lonely I don't even know where to start
Body covered wit flaws bish I'm ready to break appart
No tears falling off my eyes cuz i can't cry
Oh dear don't you see my wings won't let me fly

Put me in a cage and let me scratch my skin until it bleeds
Follow me into this black hole and lets see where it leads

Unique like a snowflake
This shit like a piece of cake you're
Not my friend cause i see the fake
Come round here you'll feel the ache

XXI

HOW U FEELIN NOW ? (visuals in description)

Sections Cosmiques

Bars: FF
Prod : Furanki Fadu
Words : 
I’m the best fucking MC you’ve (n)ever heard
Fuck a second 
Only losers and the first
Wait a second
I need you to quench my thirst
Dwyane Wade with the buzzer beater end of third
Free bird
When I hit em with the Lick
Lynard Skynard 
Screaming Hallelujah got me feeling like Leonard
Trapping out the crib
Like I just moved to Atlanta
Got the sugar sweet
Yours is fake like Splenda
Back to former splendor
With a twist of that new shit
Feel like a Messiah
Got the hair like Jesus
But the voice is like Mariah
Got on my high horses you can call me Roughrider
Flipping the verse
Grazing the curb
Skr skrr
J’ai les frites avec les curds
Pis la sauce brune
Homie 
Toute la poutine baby
Yeah le shit est greasy finger licking good
Donne un show pis j'vois ta gurr qui donnait du coude

Samedi Style Libre

Prod, mix, master par @sambrais
Download if you wanna show a friend
Lyrics :
Rolling
Yeah you know we glowing
Even when the door is closing
Homie ain’t no doubt we go in

I’m rolling
I’m flicking
I’m licking my lips
‘cause I know we are about to blow
I’m strolling
I’m trickling
No tricking me out
‘cause I know all you want is the gold
All you want is the coat
All you want is the quote
All you want is the fame that will come with name
But the game I am playing is cold
Oh no he’s got the code
Hop in or drop and end up in a coma
This is something that you cannot cope with
We are mixing the South with Coast shit
Yeah that’s some Cold shit
Yeah we the North bring a coat bitch
I think you’re in need of some coaching
Take exemple my bars they are scorching
-
Roll it 
Spark it
Blow it
Homie 
Roll the windows up
Hot box 
in a Hyundai
Monday
I ain’t got no job
Still on the grind so I’m sharp
Ain’t no angel homie fuck your harp
Like a blade I pierce right through your heart
Yeah I’m faded that’s only a start
Closing the door imma swing that bitch open
Boy you better run hope you are Ethiopian
Put you to sleep yeah you can call me opium
Now don’t get too salty I don’t need your sodium
Ballin’ on drugs like I am Lamar Odom
Up working late I ain’t sleeping ‘til autumn
Rolling like a stone
Still I got some moss turn it into a cone

Rolling [prod. sambé]

Untitled #1

Prod. @sambrais
Mix : @sambrais, @escogrif & FF
VIDEOCLIP : https://youtu.be/Ekw7_33J5NY

Diamonds EP - 18.11.17

Lyrics:
J’ai fait trois points sur le “and one”	  
Yeah imma ball hog i dont give none
Faded MC y’already know im on one
L A F A C you know we ‘bout to get some

Turn around J pis le L pape
Wish I could get fame from a sex tape
Instead I been waiting on payday
Writing lyrics in a gray haze

Been brushing my teeth for an hour 
Still spitting nasty shit
Y’a rien de pastiché
Yuh j’te vois t’enticher	
They keep bumping my shit even louder
I’m just tryina finish this
I’m trying to reminisce
The last time that I missed

Jfocus tellement sur le flot (flow)
Jvois même plus les parents
You been sleeping on the floor (flow)
Comme un itinerant
Franky number 24
Fadeaway pis ca rentre
Yeah Y’a une couple de miches au four
Qui font pencher la balance	
Yeah ça grimpe pis ça descend comme un kid qui s’balance
So j’vire crinqué sur un temps, mais ça c’est en permanence
Franky diamond in the rough mets-ça sur ton alliance
Yeah je sais qu’le playstyle est soft, still j’augmente mon avance

Diamond in the rough
Yeah you better trust
Can’t wait to prove I ain’t a bust
It’s never enough
Even in a rush
Take it all baby better readjust

C’est le kid qui a le sickest quickest jumpshot
Touche rien d’autre que la chaîne
Pis je skid, hit a lick so slick comme un drop shot
Pas d’témoin sur la scène
How long he keeps it is ridiculous 
How does it do it so meticulous
Everyone watching but so far away obligated to pull out the binoculars
Handle business like a true hustler
Never bother for a new watch alert
Keep it humble I ain’t buying the gold ‘cause the goal is platinum plaque  I can burn

Focus tellement sur le flot j’vois même plus les parents
You been sleeping on the floor comme un itinérant
Il est né en mille neuf cent quatre vingt seize
Jamais saisi
Yung Leo comme si je chill avec Scorcese
-
Keep it jazzy
Count Basie
So hazy
Never lazy
Breaking ankles with a hesi
And I don’t carry no Uzi nah
Jeune mobster
With no firepower
Higher than Eiffel Tower
Looking down and spitting 
Call it acid shower
Come on pass the powder
I’m about to devour
Faces off of all you cowards
Scour it clean so you can’t scream any louder
I’ve passed many hours
Fasting now it’s time to eat the whole chowder
I’ll buy the whole counter
I’m out of the hole watch me
Get a hold of you doubters
Out in the cold
but I got some coal burning
Inside of my chest
Spitting bullets
Better get a vest
Le head bobbin est plus contagieux que la peste
Yeah c’est le F A to the fucking D E
Double F boy c’est plus chaud qu’a Tahiti
Yeah c’est le F A to the motherfucking D E
Y’already know this shit is ‘bout to get hazy  
Faded

Diamonds (In the Rough)[prod. sambé]

Album complet sur Bandcamp/Full album on Bandcamp: https://ictchromakey.bandcamp.com/releases

ict & Chromakey - Porcupine Shirt

TÉLÉCHARGEMENT GRATUIT/FREE DOWNLOAD : http://bit.ly/2BXE8Rh
I wish you all the best
Prod. François Fondu
Mix. @sambrais

Lyrics :
They  always wanna put me down on a Sunday
Shame on all y’all 
You know the money always comes around on the worst days
Wiping out tears with a hundred dollar bill 
Why you wanna put me down on a Sunday
Blessed be all y’all
You know the money always comes around on the worst days
Wiping out the tears, wiping out the tears 

Rolling out of bed I got water in my eyes
It’s a new day
Rolling out of bed I got money on my mind 	 	 
It’s a new day

Dropped out of college I feel like mister West
Meaning I’m the best	  
Or just a mofucking pest
You decide, yeah
You divide, yeah
You devise my whole life 
If that’s what your heart desires
You can slide in my DMs, please oblige
I’ve been lonely as fuck
They say it gets worst with time
I got the best friends ever
And a family I’d die for
But I feel I’m running circles like a mo’fucking NASCAR

Flippin’ through that paper like a notebook
A year ago I wasn’t getting no looks
No need for recipes like I’m an old cook
In a year Imma be King fuck a rook

Rolling out of bed I got water in my eyes
It’s a new day
Rolling out of bed I got money on my mind 	 	 
It’s a new day

They  always wanna put me down on a Sunday
Shame on all y’all 
You know the money always comes around on the worst days
Wiping out tears with a hundred dollar bill 
Why you wanna put me down on a Sunday
Blessed be all y’all
You know the money always comes around on the worst days
Wiping out the tears, wiping out the tears

SSI

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