| It goes back to the early 90s in my 95 without playing the old fau kjte
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| tell how g experienced the thing. |
| With my childish eyes I took it all in
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| yells at the same time gue-ta, pe-ra se-dan deep inside. |
| Little aket wants to be
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| and finally got down to it, my found blaze had to give style to my
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| letters. |
| the first raps k i wrote had to k i give meaning to my texts,
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| want to prove that I existed in short I was always on the lookout for new things
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| always up to date. |
| Everyone who knew me at that time knows,
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| the college years between hardos and ceu ki listened to … everything cke j
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| hated for the... it was the ky-fun or the soul and I got cut
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| for them i was in 1 zulu trip but still yavai some heads
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| what were in the neck it felt the… it spoke of pe-ra in the yard.
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| Always with your wackos while you're listening ouh it's heavy you have to k j make a
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| lend me the tape. |
| I'm talking to you about the time of Chevignon down jackets,
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| jackets... If you had the starter jacket, it was classy,
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| rap and everything that goes with it gave me 1 grade slap. |
| For many it was not
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| only a fad for others 1 big joke, me it quickly became my drug yeah
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| I'm 1 big... It's been 15 years since it took 1 big place in my life.
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| 90−91 I'm already in it serious
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| 93 mafia crew S.E.A.H. |
| also.
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| Le man ki m found my blaze at. |
| also, my northern suburb and all its
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| cardboarders, aket runner, this is for 1 informed public ke j tell my life since
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| tt on time.
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| Tinkiète tell them that those who know understand me, those who don't care
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| know the real ones remember.
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| If you don't give a fuck alone the real ones remember
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| Chorus:
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| I'm told aket you're 1 fucked you're... you're in your debiele you're still tagging
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| you still listen to old-fashioned stuff. |
| I'm not asking for anyone to understand me because
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| I understand that we don't understand. |
| What do you want me to say don't insist on it
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| is not explained, you who are affected by the same virus you understand, the story continues
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| it's going to be more than 10 years
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| But I'm 1 fucked I stay in my debiele I gue-ta still I still listen to songs
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| old fashioned stuff
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| Verse 2:
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| Hip-hop is my culture but not my background, I'm not from Paris, I've lived it
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| suburban version, the northern line and its gray trains, the phe-gra intrigue me
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| I was stuck with my head glued to the windows with big eyes.
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| Me too curious I thought shit but who does that? |
| It fascinated me,
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| in my sector fleury c k of all-par gue-ta.
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| All 1 era, all 1 story 400 ml, brainwashing and Paris ton-car.
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| Sometimes it went up to Paname to go around the... little square of tekil,
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| vodk, LTD dual source see if there's the new "get busy" or the latest "yours"
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| the first ones... we liked the T-shirts... my friend was the tate-pa
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| towards the samaritan … … service on the return we punished the
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| interiors
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| . |
| Go roll little train faur k mn blaze turns, a dedication for all those
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| who have influenced me directly or indirectly. |
| Those with whom I started know that
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| uncle represents and forgets nothing, those who made me feel good I always have 1
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| bit of nostalgia because today there is no longer the same magic that I had since the
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| day rap came into my life i always wished it would end
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| explode. |
| When it happened I felt dispossessed but, but I don't spit
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| in the soup a band that walks with the grace of God, I live rap,
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| I live my rap, I empty my bag Aket at the mic faithful to its principles.
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| Chorus
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| Verse 3:
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| Neither old school nor new school but real school.
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| The gun on the same shoulder through the ages.
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| I carry the torch of the most wronged culture at all levels.
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| She who revolutionized the rules of the classical art of dance,
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| sik or tinkiet paint we have big names in all areas even
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| in the... of our quickdraws to our heads they recover ca. |
| In the world of
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| fashion or in pubs we see hip-hop benefiting whores for whores.
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| Unlike ours, I fight, my friends tell me... it's nothing, we don't give a damn
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| the kidneys, it's ness-biz me too I'm hungry for sorrel but not just
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| what price I have that in my heart I can talk to you about it for hours with eyes that
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| shine little don't come play the purist asshole, don't play the grandpa you go
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| not teach me my art.
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| Where were you when there was no rap first? |
| Hiii on the A6
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| I was impatiently waiting for the Rap-line when it was listening to lou dina style or
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| Radio star.
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| A little later radical casting on Thursday evening each his story,
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| each his own vision, mine is that of a male screwed up by his passion who came
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| pay homage in his own way but let the story go on, let the
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| his !
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| Chorus
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| It's been a long time (x5) |