| I farted at 8:30 p.m. with Christine Ockrent
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| Where it made me wonder about the suburb and its fears
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| People want to change the world without changing themselves
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| They want more respect, they can't say I love you
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| Why am I in a hood when I speak in the media?
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| Because rare are those who seek more than what they see
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| My music, a fad? |
| But are you crazy or what?
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| I'll make you understand why no one sees me
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| I'm too hot for TV because my roots are too deep
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| And the artist that I am don't want to change the world
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| But just understanding it and for that it takes time
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| So I take my time, I study and I learn
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| Your ratings are worth nothing to my failures
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| To my travels, my experiences, to the advice of my masters
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| It's sure there's less mesh, which we have to adapt
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| Yet another new album written under rice and paws
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| But the themes add up, and the hip hop blows your mind
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| And tomorrow like Bob Marley we'll play those who fuck
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| So no Ardisson, man I'm not coming
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| I don't need your show to understand that I believe in myself
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| And no young Fogiel, you too I'm not coming
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| Even if I'm the Cassel son and you'd like to talk about that
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| Here it's another dimension, the TV can't keep up
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| And forgetting me in hip hop is like salsa without its horns
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| Too hot, Too hot, Too hot, Too hot for TV
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| After the period of Nova it's the rap attitude
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| But rare are the bands with attitude
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| So the business begins its tidal wave
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| Bands sign shit and get bananas
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| But me, warned by my MCs cain-ri
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| I stop our contract (Yeah!) and return to oblivion (Stop!)
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| But I kept believing in my hip hop
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| Listen to Public Enemy and Billy Billy, Scott La Rock
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| I said to myself: "It's not possible, we're not all going to get lost"
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| Ministry of A.M.E.R. |
| wants to make variety
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| IAM and NTM, in France it's the game
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| The media love it, I leave them the Hall of Fame
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| It takes a band to resist, or even worse than an artist
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| So in 92 I took another lead
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| There will be no more head, only a secret formula
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| We're gonna build the piece the architect's missing
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| Go back to the very roots of what we claim
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| Restoring Hope to Authentic Hip Hop
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| There the media didn't want us
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| Grilled with Libé (Pff…) or other weird presses (Fuck)
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| Because as soon as you want us to respect your conditions, it's dead
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| They talk about censorship and seek your kill
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| But the audience is there, so I made the effort
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| Assassin, stage group, armor of metaphors
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| Too hot, Too hot, Too hot, Too hot for TV
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| Too hot for TV because the themes are too hot (hot!)
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| It's the animal that drives all my words
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| So I take a step back, even on the front line
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| What is watching me is the anonymous satellites
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| So you surprise me that I didn't become their new star
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| That we glorify in Skyrock, on which we want to make billions
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| Doomed to wander like the conscience of the Sioux
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| Only those who are interested will have access to everything
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| There's no caillera attitude, only the human condition (Yeah!)
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| Between winning and losing, it's your choices that permeate you (Yeah!)
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| We need lyricists, there's more since Rakim
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| There are no more geniuses since Charlie Chaplin
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| So you want me to go show up at Cauet to save the world
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| Beauty is already drawn, stop for a second
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| Look, observe, everything is already said
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| Some of our human ancestors thought
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| Too hot, Too hot, Too hot, Too hot for TV |