Text ... French rap / boom bap. Urban, determined & catchy. Rapper with ...French rap / boom bap. Urban, determined & catchy. Rapper with sampler & rhythm.
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
J'ai vu des phrasés qui s'décalent, des rires, des rides, des vies qui partentPuis des jeunes gazés qui s'débattent, qu'esquivent devant des flics qui parlentLa weed c'est médical, ici l'chagrin est délicatJ'ai la rage contre personne, puisque chacun est critiquableY'a des clochards qui te pé-pom, qui s'font démonter pour 10 ballesDes cons, des bons, des condés sombres et j'ai pas les fonds pour ti-parEsquinté des wagons, des gares, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsChez nous les braves gens s'tapent, mettent les bails dans l'sacAucun marchand d'sable, ouai les vaillants l'saventFaut pas s'en vanter, les enfants baventLe rap tue la jeunesse car les temps sont gravesCombien en font un fond d'commerce en s'pensant bravesA cause de toi saches que des gosses meurent en s'tranchant l'brasLes tours s'encrassent et les gens s'en tapentLes passant passent ça n'les enchante pasMoi j'ai la gueule pour leur emploi, mais pas le cœur qui va avecIci on fume, on tise, on bois, les jeunes s'consument pour faire la fêteLes journalistes j'leur mets des doigts et j'leur souhaite qu'une perquis' les pèteLa politique, la coke, des boites, pendant qu'ils interdisent les pét'Ça fait longtemps qu'ils nous la mettent, ces cons dépensé par les GrecsLes médias flambent ouais quand c'est dead, l'argent dépensé par les dettesIls bougent les vents, marées et mers, ils ont menti, ok c'est netCar on est gouverné en clair, pour du factice par des fennecs
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
Dis leur qu'on patine dans la semoule, qu'on s'en bas les couilles des urnesQu'on galère à faire des sous, mais frère, les trois quart sont déçusLes gens marchent et baissent la tête, mais tu sais la vie m'enseigneCe mode de vie nous reflète qu'ici on oublie l'essentielL'état n'est pas facile, c'est pas l'asile c'est l'carnageEn cas j'insiste, c'est pas d'la zik' c'est du partageJ'rap pour les gens qu'ont pas d'cash, la veine est palpableMoi j'suis pas l'pape, c'est pour les coeurs sans pare-balleMalaise palpable et climat d'peur, c'est pour voir les barbares, les tar-baNous des revendicateursIl faudrait qu'on s'rassemble, qu'on s'prête et qu'on s'batteL'état rouspète, faut que tout pète et qu'on s'barre
Ouais le passant passeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsMelan Omerta, ouais j'chante et j't'emmerdeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes gars
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
Text ... Breakbeat. Nervous, propulsive & obstinate. Swagger. Rapper, synth, ...Breakbeat. Nervous, propulsive & obstinate. Swagger. Rapper, synth, electric guitar, ostinato piano & rhythm. Suggested for mechanical sports, e-sports & car race.
Thrill me
MCH a work a techer
Why I am counchers
Just bored flows
Enter the drag a mirrors
Three hundred ans sixty five
Different scores , LA score and look a like
thriller
Electric fences
34 Hours of violence
Body god hold me back that’s my
passions
In a part of room, next to the mansion
Represent stay a like a mansion
In my mind no my friends in of the legend
Any like pop holy post is in the
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BACK IN THE DAY Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Oogo
(Chorus) Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days (repeat) Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a rubix cube
Small minded nigga's always be talking. He had to go overseas to do his walking. Fuck y'all I hope you live to do his walking. for hating on success your bullshit is often.
You think you know me from a style that change Like climax's that we living this life time is strange. Edit profile, safe mode will rearrange like the groups that I done been in Where do I begin?
Katskillz was III Natural soul build with my brother, then we add Madwreck to form the Others. Started great, but late we got off of the page, so i Took the stage instead of turning to rage. Almost quit this shit, the diabolic flip, heading to the palace of Prime in Southtropolis. Popodapolis, the father of Asha's gift was the best thing I done in my life so bust this.
Ever been to the store and brought a rubix cube? I compare myself to that shit dude. When you try to figure me out, the color's which squares level's raise like metal gear, open and beware.
It's like you straining your vein Attaching to brains To put it down man you can't play these games. What up cuz-o I manifesto Turn in to slick-co Asshole, rude, crude, figure the rubix cube.
(Chorus) Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore… Back in the days
Text ... Bewitching & native Hip-hop. Male vocal & ethnic percussion. BPM 100.
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus) 6 seconds 5 seconds 4 seconds Mr. Mat your on 3 seconds 2 seconds 1 second Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight, I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to So What it do ? Relay the verses right back to you so you act a fool The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters some rock timberland, some rock with gators Some all natural, but still get their power pulled Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule. Duel with this expertise mic handle, out of order generating dudes be lighting candles. Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark, I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it They after you Only seconds Mattic's after you Only seconds Mattic's after you It takes seconds Mattic's after you To make a track Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more This is classic encounters Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes. And out of shape fat people other words obesity. To get along with everyone, no you history. You shitting me or can you just not see ? In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate The expediter Restored to mentor When I the television on I witness all the gluttony. But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the, focus of my sanity, body and soul love and weather, fall apart and build back together. My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words, I love you At all cost My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ? Yo check it out now, witness the floss because, I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus) 10 seconds 9 seconds 8 seconds Mr. Mat your on 7 seconds 6 seconds 5 seconds Mr. Mat your on 4 seconds 3 seconds 2 seconds Mr. Mat your on 1 second 1 second No seconds Mr. Mat your on
Text ... Hip-hop. Male vocal. Detroit style. BPM 98.
Everybody Wants
Lyrics by Mattic Madwreck, F.P. & Beat by Oogo
(chorus) La la la Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala La la la la
(Mattic's Part)
I want her in the worst way but first let me talk about her Describe the madam, cause it hit me like what's happen Walking in Le Havre She's the one I Got to have Juggling with my words Hoping that my poking cause a stabbing
Her frame, jabbing to my face open the case and see the best imprint of star elegance Relax, let me tell you something bout yourself Pass over like a passport the password is wealth.
Rich a man would be if he seen you on the regular Up inside his head, got my thoughts perpendicular Endless to your beauty cause the eyes will never lie That's a quote from the Wreckester Your shine can't hide.
(chorus)
Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song
La la la That's what I want Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala That's what I want La la la la Get nasty with it
Get up in the morning black coffee milk is overdue pick up some old cassette set my feelings
I take my time says a friend of mine but I don't mind, I don't mind if I don't find They get to go
see me laying Think 4 yourself x2 Cause the streets don't seem gray when you're on my mind and when you know well I feel fine
How about you ?
Description of your problems Man I know it all connects Get up on the go You never going to figure out talking to everybody need to think for yourself I say
This mans there's dimensions you ain't tapped in yet. Got your focus all wrong but I bet The test is a classroom and you might fail win some lose some, it's all swell.
Description of your problems I know the next person need to get up on the go, got to get up on the, get up on the… You never going to figure out taking advice Got ah think, got ah think, got ah think for yourself allright.
Text ... Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rythm, sung in spanish & with a ...Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rythm, sung in spanish & with a spanglish flow. Latin percussions, flûte & scratch & synth.
Negrita ve.No me esperes en la casa, que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve
Make me introduce pan the beat, You don now how ́s this, Pana black from the hill,San Andres mc, We got all the caleñas crazy, And the paisas wetting, Bogotanas giving away them pussy,
We no diling with non batty man her, Yous bring the whiskey, Make we drying the hold day, And we light up the roof with faller,
Hans up hilla, More more falla.
Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum...
Fake boobs,Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs Fake blond, Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Four o'clock in the morning, Everyone going, Me and my nagger,
Still want some funny ́s, Some une en la pista se, Vamo a seguirla,
My nagger se donde,Straight to my crib now... Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum... Hasta q salga el sol no me muevo,Por q la quiero seguir pasando bueno (bis)
Fake boobs, Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs, Fake blonds,Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. (bis)Lising up
Negrita ve, No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis) Ah ah ah bitches and rum... Aa a ah bitches and rum... That what you like... Ah ah ah... Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Text ... Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rythm, sung in spanish & with a ...Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rythm, sung in spanish & with a spanglish flow. Latin percussions, flûte & scratch & synth.
Negrita ve.No me esperes en la casa, que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve
Make me introduce pan the beat, You don now how ́s this, Pana black from the hill,San Andres mc, We got all the caleñas crazy, And the paisas wetting, Bogotanas giving away them pussy,
We no diling with non batty man her, Yous bring the whiskey, Make we drying the hold day, And we light up the roof with faller,
Hans up hilla, More more falla.
Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum...
Fake boobs,Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs Fake blond, Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Four o'clock in the morning, Everyone going, Me and my nagger,
Still want some funny ́s, Some une en la pista se, Vamo a seguirla,
My nagger se donde,Straight to my crib now... Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum... Hasta q salga el sol no me muevo,Por q la quiero seguir pasando bueno (bis)
Fake boobs, Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs, Fake blonds,Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. (bis)Lising up
Negrita ve, No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis) Ah ah ah bitches and rum... Aa a ah bitches and rum... That what you like... Ah ah ah... Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rythm. Latin percussions, flûte & ...Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rythm. Latin percussions, flûte & scratch & synth.
Text ... Reggaeton sung in spanglish. Urban & clubbing atmosphere. Male ...Reggaeton sung in spanglish. Urban & clubbing atmosphere. Male singer, synth & rhythm.
Yo la vihustrleando en el club (Ella lo sabeY eso se le ve)
Haciendo dinero al por mayor (Ella lo sabe Y eso se le ve) Del V.I.P no sale su combo(Ella lo sabe Y eso se le ve)
Si tú la vez Que Si tú la vez Que
Strip clubStrip club Montando en carro más caro Strip clubStrip club Viajando en jet por todo lados TonightIs club time Hawe gotta goI’m going for her On my black limousine Forrado en mi blin blin With my boots shining My wallet loaded Money money Like a P.I.M.P
