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No need to appear tough, on the funk,
No need to appear hardcore.
Just with a bass and a beat I'll create a hit for you,
Because the color of my melody hits the spot.
The sound is smooth, immersed in jazz,
The competition is tough for the competitor who's gazing.
I don't need to appear hardcore on the funk,
Dany told me 'Melopheelo, run from this punk'.
It's the attitude that matters, I never show off,
And yet some B Boys don't respect me.
You think I'm getting a big head, my brother,
But if you look for me, prepare for hell.
I don't need to appear hardcore on the funk,
No need to appear hardcore.
I'm Dany Dan, I don't act tough,
But funk is my beats just like my culture.
I raise the level like an escalator,
I dismantle cans like a Terminator.
In battle, you fall into a coma,
Don't act tough if you're just a poser.
My rhymes are simply endless,
I roll with brothers like MC Zoxea.
No need to appear tough on the beat,
Even if when I'm wild my eyes pop out.
I try my best not to scare the guy with my MC Zoxea look,
Boxing again on the maxi.

I had the art of hitting, rhyming, in good and tough shape,
Cool on the funk beat, no need to appear tough like
Fists firm in the cold like Momo Ali,
I had the technique, feet planted on the mat.
I was aware of all the efforts to make,
My brothers were always moving forward to succeed.
I was the Melopheelo of the wise poets of the street.
Melopheelo is pure, on the funk,
Dandy bandit Dan is pure, on the funk,
The Psykopat is pure, on the funk,
DJ Logistik is pure, on the funk,
Jimmy Jones is pure, on the funk,
The Chololoz are pure, on the funk,
The Pont de Sèvres is pure, on the funk,
Hussein is pure, on the funk.

I'm the masochist, teen, not sadistic or gross lame,
I jazz on the mic fados, so raise the faders Jimmy Jazz.
It has to pop off, put the cowards in their place,
Who talked bigger than their heads, throw them in the toilet.
This intervention is tough, but I assure you,
That I don't need to appear like that when I want to conclude
On the music, like a drug dealer,
I trade, I hustle the beats fast like Pete Rock.
I avoid fights, bullets, pass your gear,
Gaston drink your Kronenbourg, let me have the massemburg.
Don't raise your voice because I have, 36000 Sony,
I'm the AKAI of Boulogne, alias polyphony.
I don't deny that sometimes I get angry,
Sometimes I send guys to the hospital with a neck brace.
But I serve so many positive rhymes,
That I'm forgiven, quickly, I need to lay down on the beat.