Pop my Shit/ Branson Fess & Function

Rain Drops (prod by Verdin)

Energy

Mafia Freestyle

Dawn

Clever (SmokingBeatz Instrumental)

A nursery rhyme to sum up the situation :)
(traduit plus bas)
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Once upon a time
Was a little thing. He thought he was divine

He was not really shy,
And wanted to rule the world, but what for ? why ?

Most of all he loved
building and spreading out, always standing above

Even though it would mean,
To uproot thousands of trees. Not really keen to be green

And then one day,
Another little thing
Appeared like that on his way, "hey !"

Fragile. No beard,
She began to speak with her words, and that was so weird

"What have you done with the birds ?"
"But what have you done with the birds ?" 

Hear it ! feel it, leave !
I don't want to live your life
Hear it ! feel it, leave !
Leave the World you're a killing knife

Since she was not so nice
He locked her in a tower so that she could think twice

But then many like him
Also joined to reach the top. They all wanted to be seen

There can be one king
So they fought until they suddenly heard a sing

It was the youngest 
Who were left  downhill from the start. All united singing just

Hear it ! feel it, leave !
We don't  want to live your life
Hear it ! feel it, leave !
Leave the World you're a killing knife

Wake up
I feel it coming
Don't you realise ?
Don't you realise ?

I'm so scared when tomorrow comes, dad
By the pains, these crashing floods

Hear it ! feel it, leave !
We don't want to live your life
Hear it ! feel it, leave !
Leave the world you're a killing knife
Hear it ! feel it, leave !
We don't want to hear more lies
Hear it ! feel it, leave !
Don't let innocence dies
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Il était une fois
Une petite chose qui pensait être divine
Il n'était pas vraiment timide,
et voulait diriger le monde, mais pour quoi faire ? Pourquoi ?
Par-dessus tout, il aimait construire et s'étendre, toujours se tenir au-dessus

Même si cela signifiait de déraciner des milliers d'arbres. 
Il n'avait pas vraiment envie d'être vert.

Et puis un jour, une autre petite chose
Est apparue comme ça sur son chemin, "hey !"

Fragile. Pas de barbe,
Elle s'est mise à parler avec ses mots, et c'était si bizarre

"Qu'as tu fait des oiseaux ?"
"Mais qu'as-tu fait des oiseaux !?" 

Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Je ne veux pas vivre ta vie
Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Lâches le monde, tu es un couteau meurtrier

Comme elle n'était pas très gentille
Il l'enferma dans une tour pour qu'elle y réfléchisse à deux fois

Mais alors beaucoup comme lui
Se sont joints pour atteindre le sommet. Ils voulaient tous être vus.

Il ne peut y avoir qu'un seul roi
Ils se sont donc battus jusqu'à ce qu'ils entendent soudain un chant.

C'était les plus jeunes qui avaient été laissés en bas de l'échelle dès le début.
Tous unis qui chantaient juste : 

Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Nous ne voulons pas vivre ta vie
Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Lâches le monde, tu es un couteau meurtrier

Réveilles toi
Je le sens venir
Tu ne te rends pas compte ?
Tu ne te rends pas compte ?

Je suis tellement effrayé par demain papa.
Par les peines, ces déluges qui nous écrasent


Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Nous ne voulons pas vivre ta vie
Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Lâches le monde, tu es un couteau meurtrier
Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Nous ne voulons plus entendre de mensonges
Entends ! Sens-le, pars !
Ne laissez pas l'innocence mourir

Leave !

Lil Biggo(Money)

The Weighing Of The Heart

As the crocuses rise from the ground.
The boots of the wise man still tramping them down.
As the world makes its slow turn around.
An infinite circle just spinning to ground.
Don't be sad that you live by the ocean,
stone throw to the sea. 
Whilst your bodies in infinite motion, 
but how can that be? 

First things first comes the test, got to prove you're the best, just hitch up on your horse and lets go.
'Cause the meltwater flows where the crocuses grow, 'tween the rocks and the stones that don't know. 
That the river has taken its toll.
That the winter is set to move on.
That the boulders that it set to roll.
Will return to the place they belong.

As the crocuses rise in the spring.
The world in a state of bewildered mourning. 
Though most made it through to this dawn.
There is bare earth where once stood a ripe field of corn. 
There's a chill that comes with your devotion, 
an obvious fee.
Like the wind crossing over the ocean,
just naturally.

Crocus

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