La Source

1 double 9 5 for a
Return to the source imminent takeoff
Col-al joint the guys from my posse
Support the movement
I say "fuck" and leave
Because rap is pants down all the time
Then come back clean
Each of my flows shocks the little ones, the big ones
So get out of the dilettante
Here's the team that stands out
A very effective starting five
Set the mood by the DJ man
The guys are square brother
With rhymes that hit you
A horde of Zulus behind and 2-3 chicks who scrutinize them
My parents suspect nothing think that school
Has me by the balls
So I work the day and in the evening become the idol of the crowds
Yeah and the capital nods its head
Hip-hop is gaining momentum again
I sing to it my desire for conquest
Music my source and the lou-ja are silent
You hallucinate because my crew has the groove in their veins

We take rap to the source
Rhyme sample and flow
1995
The team that slaps you on the mic
In two zero double one
We enter the game and the cards change hands
So raise yours we kick hard today and tomorrow

We take rap to the source
Rhyme sample and flow
1995
The team that slaps you on the mic
In two zero double one
We enter the game and the cards change hands
So raise yours we kick hard today and tomorrow

I'm on my score there are no limits in the rhythm
Unlike religion
But ma3lich rap is the force this path makes me strong
What do I see the devil makes us dance in Pandora's box
Here to live from sound we fist ourselves
So I slide I chill because I rhyme to deal good
I have the mastery of the gift
Of only knowing how to do that
My buddies are not Saint Bernards, but they sniff that
I know how to put on the Nikes, I know how to do the flows
Osmosis with the golden crom' you have to watch out for that
I have dozens of sources, Nas and Big L, Jay-Z AZ in short the flows that give you goosebumps
The flow is one of the sources like my father and the village of the homeland
Fragile, nostalgic, Phaal but what a brat you are
I dodge storms to live in the dream
There is no money but I rhyme endlessly with my team in my brain

We take rap to the source
Rhyme sample and flow
1995
The team that slaps you on the mic
In two zero double one
We enter the game and the cards change hands
So raise yours we kick hard today and tomorrow

We take rap to the source
Rhyme sample and flow
1995
The team that slaps you on the mic
In two zero double one
We enter the game and the cards change hands
So raise yours we kick hard today and tomorrow

Rap was better tomorrow so let us do it
We come to erase the past to trace a new era
Ambiance small-time crooks in the city
I zigzag without the booze
You dig it I leave marks on your face
Like a water leak I admit I take it easy
I don't get drunk kho I face all my blues
The guys are sharp make you dig it
Mate what do we say?
Look it's fat rhyme and not the cess we deal
1995 in the game it feels like ages
Ask Jaz he'll tell you he's graffitied streets

True I fucked up markers but I said I was a rapper
So I take the federating mic
And I'm gonna kick it with ardor
I create a record and the idiots say "this guy is wrong"
But screw the old detours I want to return to the source
So I search for it like the fresh
Hands in pockets
Late but besides my fists I only have joints in my pockets
Even if hash is expensive I look for it in your neighborhood
While some stoners make art
I spit verses in front of your grilled car

We take rap to the source
Rhyme sample and flow
1995
The team that slaps you on the mic
In two zero double one
We enter the game and the cards change hands
So raise yours we kick hard today and tomorrow

We take rap to the source
Rhyme sample and flow
1995
The team that slaps you on the mic
In two zero double one
We enter the game and the cards change hands
So raise yours we kick hard today and tomorrow

I have drawn from the source of a thousand fountains of youth
Mixed with lightning and the pools of moving conquests
Woven by the crowd to forget that your father is suffering
Operated often
But just a trumpet sound changes everything
Before I was born in a mass in a challenging context
Before the sword of a youth that was not touching was raised
Yeah kid
It looks like the sky has deceived your praises
The angels await the strange outcomes of stifling lands
This world is disgusting and at all times I can count sheep
Their number is puzzling, yet I try everything to stay sharp
All are left behind where are the real sufferings?
We are from this sweet France where the dream is disturbing
We take rap to the source
In this technological race
In this metropolitan crowd
Where everything is too logical
Listen to all these sounds
The source is too hot like the balls of the Puerto Ricans
Listen to the prototypes

We take rap to the source
Rhyme sample and flow
1995
The team that slaps you on the mic
In two zero double one
We enter the game and the cards change hands
So raise yours we kick hard today and tomorrow

We take rap to the source
Rhyme sample and flow
1995
The team that slaps you on the mic
In two zero double one
We enter the game and the cards change hands
So raise yours we kick hard today and tomorrow

1995 we arrive in this fucking biz
to the source we will find fucking hits