Light the haze ’til my brain is firey
Pour me fourty fourties 'cause I hate sobriety
Gimme a mic, wage, the right stage and I’ll be
Rhyming for nine days entirely
This white page inspires me… I’m a quite strange variety
Of mighty MC that just might change society
I came to change hip-hop to put new
Rules to replace the proposterous few
Fuck the obstacles blocking the top, it’s just you !
Drop your truth, break the locks and push through !
With one idea, lots of kush too
I’ll have my pen leaking ink like an octopus do
I got to pursue my goal : fill the page, sit and write, kill the stage
Spittin‘ rage ‘til the mic feeling scaved
I’m feeling stable, I get paid to slay a beat
I killed my label and escaped from slavery
I’m free…

« Pure rap music ain’t made Under Pressure. »

If you make music and choose to sell it
You should dread a label trying to use ya record
Fools inherit or get credit from what you invented
Next you left with a few pennies while they scooping up a huge percentage
It’s… too pathetic, shoot a record exec’
Dude should get it : Grab a noose to pressure his neck
Stupid ferret ! I’m so stable
No label able to stop me from laying dough on my own table
No way ! I say what I like, I’m different
Stay laughing at the hate and the minor dissing
Scraping my mind, persisting, making shit rhyme and risking
Wasting my life ‘cause no one’s taking they time to listen
Problem is everybody got an opinion
And wanna defend it. But why be bothered to hear it?
You ain’t gotta nod ya head if you not in the spirit
You ain’t gotta comment and wish death after an anonymous visit
Once again… I couldn’t be bothered, I put in a lot of
Work, pussies do not deserve to hear so go put on Rihanna
Follow me if you wanna, or run your mouth
But MY opinion is the only fucking one that counts
I’m free…