[Verse 1 : ARTAUD]

I’ve always been told you shouldn’t draw attention on you
Be a good boy, buckle up, don’t speak with your mouth full of puke
Lucy Piew comin to get you if you don’t let us proceed
You’re driving your lab monkeys crazy!
And that’s the only point in playing God
Making you believe that if everyone in your family died
It was your sins fault! So I finally found myself
You’re not gonna believe this, I got these artistic skills
That will blow your mind.. (tripes) (Jesus)
Feel uncomfortable sitting next to me? (What’s up with the teeth?!)
Ever heard of the big bad wolf?? Well screw that tease
Coz I’m the bigger badder one, see me trotting down the grove
Now you can’t hide (hai hai hai!!) from me!!

[Hook 1 : CLYDE & DRH & ARTAUD ]

We give a fuck about your business
We’ve heard you talking and you bitching
Get the fuck out my sight
I don’t care what you’re saying
The cries, the complaining
But now I guess you’re happy you’re a part of this now

[Verse 2 : SOLISTA]

J'ai la rage de goliath
Je sors le Nunchak, POOM Tchack, gros track!!!
J'pète un Boulard, tel un singe de laboratoire démoniaque
Faut qu'tu écoutes ca Baby love
Faut que tu sers ma camisole
Car j'perds le contrôle, j'émane l'alcool, j'ai l'flow kalachnikov
J'fais tomber le masque et devoile Hannibal n'soit pas scandalisé
Il y'a du style qui fracasse
C'est de la tuerie sonore en bande organisée
J'élimine les mans qui nous barrent la route
Mais garde à vous je sors le jerrican
J'enflamme la foule, rien à foutre, Lucy Piew joue cartes sur table

[Verse 3 : DREW]
Sunshine, fine day, 1 9 9 8
Sometimes, somethin dirty come up in my mindspace
I face demonfist with rings to split my fine face
Open, street beneath me soaking up divine grace
Hopes, fuck it, forgotten, up in that smoke, puffing Moloko
Keeping the dope soaking in cotton cavity no stopping there’s no gravity
Sold sanity gold molding that cholo cold vanity
One casualty, one slug to the face making a man of me

[Verse 4 : LOCO]

Regarde dans le miroir, dis moi ce que tu vois vraiment
Un pauvre gosse qui perd son temps derrière son écran
Déconnecté de toute réalité complètement dément
Dans ce monde virtuel tu n’es qu’un être mourant

[Verse 5 : DREW]

I might be that bump in the thick of the night that goes Something a little bit like the fiddle or trumpet kiddie run frightened home Jump the little ones, gimme dat Ritalin Getting me ready to right the wrongs, fight the horde, strike the gong And then get in the middle, just spitting this venom to spite you all, Write this song in riddles to give em a bit of the bitterness I’ve evolved Spikes and claws, sick of the pitiful likes of y'all, mics be drawn, long gone are the rites of dawn, Christ and mom, pipes to bombs, nights will fall, when every itch will be scratched fast and theShadrachs and the mighty fall

[Hook 2 : CLYDE & DRH & ARTAUD ]

We give a fuck about your business
We’ve heard you talking and you bitching
Get the fuck out my sight
I don’t care what you’re saying
The cries, the complaining
But now I guess you’re happy you’re a part of this now
[Verse 6 : CLYDE]

Mental geezer I take a bite off life
It’s fucked up you can tell by my dental features
A resurrected Jesus
I’m back from the dead, not with love, but instead
This man is evil
This rapper’s life’s the afterlife, I hate the sequel
Sipping cyanide, the taste is lethal
While I read the bible as a skeptic reader
I realize I’m not welcome
A citizen of the world, with a rejected visa
That’s heartless and I’m

[Verse 7 : ARTAUD]

Sleepin through the film, no one freaks if I don’t get it
I was doomed from the start, and I was a fool to think you cared
So I take the Oath, slit the throats of my discidents
Imma purify that level, from the felons and the sinners
No loot from the killing, just got a boom bap for the vision
I be shooting blankly the make the points pop outta the vilains
I’m in love with the holy promise, scanded in the anthem
I got the right hand on the white standards, pledge to the cotton kingdoms

[Verse 8: LOCO]

Ne les vois-tu pas reproduire chaque jour la merde qui les entoure
Ils ne cherchent qu’à te soumettre dans chacun de leurs discours
A la radio, à la télé, et dans leur stupide musique
C’est une avalanche de clones, et toi tu rêves de prendre la suite
Ils finiront dans l’oubli, leur tour va passer très vite
Je flingue depuis des décennies
Dis-moi pourquoi est-ce que tu t’excites
Bosse dur pour être le boss, sûr de son parcours
Avant de sauter sur le four pour finir pendu haut et court

[Hook 3 : CLYDE & DRH & ARTAUD ]

We give a fuck about your business
We’ve heard you talking and you bitching
Get the fuck out my sight
I don’t care what you’re saying
The cries, the complaining
But now I guess you’re happy you’re a part of this now