Bienvenue Dans La Secte
La Secte Phonétik
Welcome to the Sect
To play the apprentice sorcerers
Rapping, beatboxing all day long
Defy fate
Become followers
If your life lacks color
If your daily grind rhymes with pain
Come closer, don’t be afraid
Join the sect
Whether you’re a guy, whether you’re a girl
Whether you’re chill, whether you’re rough
Whether you’re young, whether you’re old
Whether you’re an atheist, whether you’re devout
Whether you’re a lefty, whether you’re broke
Whether you’re loaded or always in the red
Whether you’re in a rush or never pressed
Whether you’re a cop or you’ve been arrested
Whether you’re white, whether you’re black
Whether you’re on time or always late
Whether you’re skinny, whether you’re round
Whether you’re bald, whether you’re blonde
Whether you’re a nerd or a hipster
Whether you’re gay or still a virgin
Whether you’re a neat freak or a messy one
Whether you’re always sober or an alcoholic
Whether you’re short or a tall drink of water
Whether you’re a two of ten or always on fire
Whether you’re shy or a smooth talker
Whether you’re the boss or you’re unemployed
Whether you’re athletic or you smoke weed
Whether you’ve got a degree or you’re a dropout
Whether you love to chill or you love to party
I wish you, as they say, welcome to the sect
To play the apprentice sorcerers
Rapping, beatboxing all day long
Defy fate
Become followers
If your life lacks color
If your daily grind rhymes with pain
Come closer, don’t be afraid
Join the sect
In my sect, no incest
No bugs, no snakes to swallow
Our intrinsic nature might
Worry you, but the colors will run wild
On the walls of your eardrums, so hear, hear brave folks
See the strange crowd of those who howl with their teeth
It’s the phonetic sect, hysterical like in Paris
The night breaking the silence, the sirens of the republic
No apocalyptic trip
We only bend to poetic tortures
Fetishists in love with the turbulent tongue in strong winds
Languorous and greedy when the weather’s changing
At war against stupidity, against illiteracy
That paralyzes and represses creative energies
No epic myth or book dictating the art of living
But a record available, accessible to any free spirit
To play the apprentice sorcerers
Rapping, beatboxing all day long
Defy fate
Become followers
If your life lacks color
If your daily grind rhymes with pain
Come closer, don’t be afraid
Join the sect
Hippo! Polite hippie, funny, loves to pipe in bed
Friend of the tempo, as skilled with the flute as in bed
His madness manages, solitary, solid, proud
A new follower of the sect, to be one he had to prove
Cool-headed during trials!
Without fear, dive into these rivers!
To flirt with widow piranhas scarier than a ghost
He had to drink all the water from a lake
Searching for eggs on Easter Island
Closing his eyes to the skies in hope
Playful to receive a kiss or a slap
Catching jaundice, leprosy, the clap, the plague
And watching Swiss TV movies in Budapest
Thus he freed buried primal instincts
In his flesh without sweating blood, sincerely without holding back
Very competent, hippocampus is still alive and intoxicates you while delivering quickly
He’s now part of the phonetic sect
Say thank you for this tale of his initiation journey
To play the apprentice sorcerers
Rapping, beatboxing all day long
Defy fate
Become followers
If your life lacks color
If your daily grind rhymes with pain
Come closer, don’t be afraid
Join the sect
