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Kool Shen - Dernier Round (feat. Oxmo Puccino)

Tandem  - Imagine

Yoon on the moon #2

Ce morceau doit avoir un an environ mais je le trouve toujours bon ! Bonne écoute !

Instru : Mani Deiz
Enregistrement/Mixage/Mastering : Larry Staw
Sample de fin issu du dessin animé Caliméro (étonnant, non ?)

Paroles :

Intro :

En gros c'qui m'fait c'est : peu d'amis, regard tristre
Voeux d'artiste, jeu fragile et coquille félée 
(bis)

Couplet 1 :

On s'comporte comme des mongoles, s'console dans des bons porns
A chaque coup dur mais on situe pas un clitoris :
Tu connais la threesomie. J'ai soif... et un frigo vide...
"Quoi t'as tout bu ? Mais c'était mon Yop !"

J'suis le genre de mecs qui se plaint tout le temps, je sais qu'c'est pathétique
Mais j'suis au bord de l'anévrisme quand j'ai ma batterie à un pourcent !
A quoi bon faire la fête quand tu beuges pour un paquet d'chips et
Perds un tête à tête avec un spaghetti ? Ouais

Atteint par la flemmingite : alors j'vais pas en cours !
L'impression de voir des indices... de gens qui parlent en douce !
Y'a qu'sur ma gueule qu'la pluie s'abat. Si jamais y a une p'tite nana
Qui s'jette à l'eau et qui m'fait un signe, j'suis l'vilain p'tit canard !

Mais au fond d'moi j'crois qu'l'amour n'est qu'un canulard.
L'une qui me calcule pas, l'autre qui m'a dit "à plus tard".
J'ai l'impression de revoir sa bouche quand elle me dit que j'abuse car
J'sais pas si j'suis un passe partout ou un passe nul part.

Refrain :

Moi j'suis qu'un gars instable...
Mais c'est jamais d'ma faute, bien sur !
Vas-y, plains-toi, plains-toi...
C'est vraiment trop injuste !

Couplet 2 :

Des cicatrices d'acnée et quelques cloques au coeur.
Ecrasez moi du pied droit... j'crois qu'ça porte bonheur.
Un p'tit ami raté : en trois bisous j'suis un esclave !
Le psy m'a dit taré depuis ma vie est un théâtre.

J'fais le choix de faire d'la merde pour t'amuser,
De perdre la tête, de gerbe à terre, d'être flemmard et d'me masturber.
T'sais quoi ? J'suis qu'un Caliméro
Qui se donne en spectacle au milieu de sa vie d'débauche.

Désastre... quelle larve !
Je profite plus... j'aime pas vraiment les ressois,
Y a trop d'minutes que je compte sur mes doigts,
La solitude, en fait, ça fait des dégats.

J'me plains quand tout va bien sinon j'suis pas moi même.
Mon lit est un sous marin que la surface appelle :
Lifestyle de loup-garou. Parait qu'j'suis un touche à tout
Mais être un touche à tout au fond c'est être un touche à rien.

Refain (x2)

Outro (pareil que l'intro, on se casse pas le cul)

Sample.


Caliméro

Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom 

RILÈSUNDAYZ #8: 'I Do It'

LYRICS:

I do it for my dad
And I do it for my mama
I do it for my shabs
And I do it for my sistas
I do it for my city
And I don't forget Africa
I do it for my hoes, 
My thugs, my bitches, my gangstas
I do it for the best
How could I forget my haters?
And I do it for my uncles they told me 
"da fuck you doing here?
Better have you degrees, masters!"
Thinking that I go nowhere
But I don't wanna be no one
Been working like a Trojan, man!
I know, you know, we know
Rilès is not the only one
yay
By myself I don't need your prod
I don't want your beef, your bitch and your buzz
Always for my bros, my niggas, my blood
Never for the fuzz, they shootin' my cuz
I wanna bring the peace, but can I be bad?
This shit is for me, for you and for us
I do it for the streets, and for the suburbs
Plus I do it for the passion
And I do it for the patience
No I'll never forget the pain from this fight
I do it for my family
I do it for my family
I do it for my family
That's why.

Why o why? 
Why o why you ask?
I do it for my mama, why you take aback?
Ohh
Why o why? 
Why o why you ask?
I do it for my baba for his sacrifice
Why o why? 
Why o why you ask?
I do it for my khey, I know they got my back
Hmm 
Why o why? 
Why o why you ask?
As we're about to build and you're about to crack..

.. Ok, ok, ok, ok you do it for your family and shit, that's cool,
but don't tell me you don't do it for money bruh

I don't fuck with their money
And once I got some it's for granny
Buy a plane for my niggas, we leave for Mexico city
For now we ain't rico tony
Be wise chico ain't no worry
Time is money so we hurry
Akhi bzef I'm too busy
Yay
Brother, brother, brother
Don't call 911
I'm about to spread that fire
Halle-halle-lujah
Tell me you see me now
We've been hidden too long
You know, we've never seen the sun

I do it for the patience
No I'll never forget the pain from this fight
I do it for my family
I do it for my family
I do it for my family
That's why.

Why o why? 
Why o why you ask?
I do it for my mama, why you take aback?
Ohh
Why o why? 
Why o why you ask?
I do it for my baba for his sacrifice
Why o why? 
Why o why you ask?
I do it for my khey, I know they got my back
Hmm 
Why o why? 
Why o why you ask?
As we're about to build and you're about to crack

MUSIC VIDEO

I DO IT (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #33: 'EVIL'
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)
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The Evil tried to tear me down
Oh lord you saw me on the ground
The Evil tried to tear me down
8 weeks ago death on my mind
The Evil tried to tear me down
Oh lord you saw me on the ground
The Evil tried to tear me down
But it was just wrtten in Time

*Knock, Knock*
Who's there?
It's the sheitan motherfucker let's play
Sorry bruh I ain't got time for your tricks now
I got my people listening now
4 years in the shadow they were blind out
I thought I would never see the light bruh
Now you can finally wake the fuck up
Rachid, Laura, tell me how you feel now
Always chasing you for just a paper
Got love for you but you could've been first
Pushed me to the edge but never gave up
'Least I learned to never ever trust Trust
I can feel the change is real
I can feel you won't be me
I can feel these niggas 'round me 
Just want to be famous, still looking for their skils

K-Dot, Chano, Yeezy, Abel
Francis, Yoncé, Pusha, Timbo
Woodkid, Logic, Blake, Russell, Cole
Asap, Travis, Pac & MJ
Donald, Freddie, Banks, M.I.A.
Thanks to y'all I did not jumped off

The Evil tried to tear me down
Oh lord you saw me on the ground
The Evil tried to tear me down
8 weeks ago death on my mind
The Evil tried to tear me down
Oh lord you saw me on the ground
The Evil tried to tear me down
But it was just wrtten in Time

Ya, ya, ya
You can't tell me nothing
Nobody talked 'bout that shit as I ain't got a deal
And never took my songs seriously cuz I'm recoding bedside my bed
And now they're all surprised to discover my name
Fuck you, fuck the game
Fuck all your songs, Fuck your fame
Fuck, I'm wise enough to know the buzz will end
Thank you for the love but I've been used to pain
I cannot go out cuz I got songs to make
That shit is my life
For you it's just a phase
Yes I got more hits, you're not ready for them
Yes I got more beats, than I got problems
When I'm done with it
Get back to the paint
Thought I would end up like Gogh
but God said 
"Wait, nigga better stay
Remember what I said"

K-Dot, Chano, Yeezy, Abel
Francis, Yoncé, Pusha, Timbo
Woodkid, Logic, Blake, Russell, Cole
Asap, Travis, Pac & MJ
Donald, Freddie, Banks, M.I.A.
Thanks to y'all I did not jumped off

The Evil tried to tear me down
Oh lord you saw me on the ground
The Evil tried to tear me down
8 weeks ago death on my mind
The Evil tried to tear me down
Oh lord you saw me on the ground
The Evil tried to tear me down
But it was just wrtten in Time

iTunes

EVIL (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #52: ‘⏳’
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)
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Where should I start?
Or where should I go?
To every motherfucker who only saw my past job
Was an monitor for less than a year, 4 days a month
My real job was to sell paintings, building I record

I ain’t a novice, you might see me as new in you lane
Just cuz I had no exposure doesn’t mean I can’t son the game
Shoutout to SEB who started the fire cuz it’s really real
The papers gon’ ignore your existence, less you got a deal

Yeah, yeah I already said it, fuck they didn’t believe my vision
Let me tell you more ‘bout my trip, tho you won’t get every pieces
So.. why you rapping in English? I started when I was 14
I had to hide from my parents that I sang and began writing

Cuz it’s all about the studies, music is buffooneries
They did many sacrifices from Algeria to Paris 
I did try to write in French, my BIC was freezing
Wanted to.. Rap out loud… But didn’t want to share it

So I wrote’ it in a language were they didn’t know
My thoughts, my emotions, joys and troubles undercov’
My early bars were shit, but for my friends I was like Hov’
So I gradually took it seriously, and had bigger goals yet..


..Needed to improve myself
My weakness had to be strength
Made a choice they didn’t fuck with
Went to college for my verses, 
Studied the English language and literature for 3 years
From Shakespeare to Hemingway
But it wasn’t for the B.A

Aside of that I had no dineros
Only my devotion and faith for what I had to show
I spent my whole scholarship on stuff for the studio
Always buying second-hand, the grid of my mic is still broke

But I learned to take the less and made better than the most
4 a.m. for a preamp, in his Saxo baba drove
Me To Paris, it was worth it, as I bought it for 4
Hundred dollars less than what the original really cost

(Didn’t even have enough so negotiating on the low, he told me)

Give me my money, money back I’m on a rush man
My bullets going straight they never swoosh man
I was in Paris for that money ‘bout a preamp
Also for a freestyle, but that’s behind me

Now that I had all in my hands
It was ‘bout engineering
Alone with the internet
Had no teacher for that shit

And then I schooled the game up
Shut the fuck up
What’s a fancy studio
When you can’t rap
Had no song in advance
Nothing was planned
I just spent this whole year
Stuck in my bedroom, shit
Now it’s ‘bout million dollar deals
Still at Mama’s crib
In less than a year,
learned the same as if it equaled 10
With knives under my throat
I discovered more than I wished for
You can’t match the grind
But you can kiss my..
Ok, ok, it’s cool you spoke about your grind and your struggle
It’s crazy you made it that far, but you forgot ‘bout a puzzle
In every song you’re teasing, talking shit we cannot understand
Was It really deeper than that or bullshit you spoke & pretend, hun?
--
It’s not time yet

Yes, I’m late
And it’s because of this ending
I rewrote it 30 times to finally burn them sheets
Everything was ready, except for my spirit
And as it’s stronger than myself
I ain’t got the guts for it
Last Sunday, it was done
But I messed my week
I was thinking way too much for 5 days I lost sleep
Should I say everything or should I keep hiding?
For my own sanity I surrendered to silence
In some way, I spoke to somebody and learned something
In some way, I was supposed to leave but didn’t finish
In some way I was afraid y’all think it’s just madness
In some way, it started when I saw my own being
In some way, I’m hiding elements since 2014
In some way, I’m still preparing for the Grand Final
Now let me give y’all half a clue about the whole puzzle..

Yoon on the moon #2

YOUNÈS