Yo
Yes, hey
I'm calm like a guy from Kingston
Insolent, neither God nor master
On my skateboard, I stroll around like Bart Simpson
They say we can't rap
But behind the mic, they start to tremble, #Parkinson
They ask me "what does it feel like when you make it?"
It means that soon I'll stop and I'll leave for Gers
I'll buy a house, I'll make myself forgotten
And after three years, I'll come back and destroy everything
Untraceable, I'm in the eye of the cyclops
It's more than rap, bro it's hip-hop
Your ears are burning, I think I have the antidote
Parker, Peterson, Gillespie, Bebop
Pay close attention, you can't predict what's coming
Whether you're rich, whether you succeed, you pay the same price
And even though I do rap yeah, fill up rooms
In the end, they always leave with the guitarist
Even if I'm tempted, I try to avoid weed
I want to travel the world but I only have a metro ticket
We're not credible, that's Oli and Bigflo
Our crew is Cali, Vianney and Tryo
You're a victim, I arrive like a viking on your land
And I spit out my gimmicks like E.T. in this Rap Game
And I liquidate the teams of all the guys who want my downfall
Their DJs have never felt the touch of vinyl
And I worry when, sometimes, I show off
We are the bodywork, our fans are the engine
Music, you can make it with your head
You can make it with your balls
We, we make it with the heart

Bigflo & Oli, The real life
Soon in the stores
Late at night, in the studio
Oli, are you ready?
Yeah

My pen hits the hi-hat
It flows naturally, yeah I have the groove, no need to talk about it
Rap addiction, I work on my diction but avoid the dirty, I avoid it
I move up a grade, I have the phrasing of Miles Davis
I rap about love, I'm not part of these cowards
I don't like rumors
I prefer sounds that work
But in my head I haven't made it, I'm just a spectator
"What do you do for a living?"
"Me, I'd like to be a rapper"
Even if I saved the world in 48 hours
There would always be guys to insult me on Twitter
But nothing serious, I hold the bar like a skipper
Take your picture with me
You can just say it's for your little sister
Sharp if necessary, but basically we are polite
Come see us at the festival, our audience is crazy
On the drums it's Bigflo, on the piano it's Bigflo
On the bass it's Bigflo, on the trumpet it's Oli
And I could start singing, I have music in my heart
When I had no plan B, the sound, the headphones
Yeah I liked to be absent
She dried my tears when I messed up
And I don't trust myself
Like the haters, I hate myself
Already 21, time flies, I need to hurry
I still don't know how I find the inspiration for my texts
Oli? Yes? Are you okay? And you?
There are several of us in my head
As long as we stay ourselves, it's fine
You can see us in the latest clip of Kery James or at Hanouna's
I have ideas fighting in my mind
I can say "white", think "black" and show you "gray"
Boca fan, I don't touch coke
I send you into the scenery like Tony Yoka's right
We cross paths occasionally, my music is local
My goldfish watches me spin in my bowl

Yo, Bigflo & Oli
The real life is coming (not bad, that one, goldfish)
Brother, I'm dead, are we going to bed?
Go buy the album
It's coming out soon (The real life)

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