A rapper who only talks about money, he's just a madman
A rapper who takes a stand when the wind could turn into a storm, I call that a man
2018 I still attract crowds
They didn't see me coming like Jul's sign
Or an ex-friend who comes to lift you at your place, the face of shame hidden under a hood
Bang, bang, bang, words can kill, we feel good staying silent
By the way, a rapper who betrays ours, I call that a prostitute
A cop who kills an old man handcuffed, the thugs in suits call it a blunder
I call it an organized crime perpetrated by cowards covered by garbage
I go in, I don't take gloves
I no longer believe in their pretense
A bit like a Palestinian bombed with white phosphorus
Star in the colors of hemoglobin
The kind of verse that we rewind
To be French, do our black sisters really have to be called Corinne?

2Pac, All Eyez On Me
2Pac, All Eyez On Me
2Pac, All Eyez On Me
2Pac, All Eyez On Me
I don't dream of a death like Biggie's
I don't dream of a death like Biggie's
I don't dream of a death like Biggie's
I don't dream of a death like Biggie's
I do it like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J
I do it like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J

A rapper who despises poverty will not have my respect
Tell me who are the fakes since all the rappers
Who take the mic claim to be real
But in all the cities there are mythomaniacs
Who have never seen a kilogram with their own eyes
Who have never really lived a single drama
It's only in their little clique that they carry a weapon
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
I didn't get into rap for the money
It's stronger than me, I always have to be more hardcore than the day before
You're waiting for the day I stop, I'm waiting for payday
Brother there's no more retirement, stop ripping off old people
An unemployed person who robs a bank they call that a delinquent
What to call a banker who just robbed the elections?
I don't believe in this thing they call freedom of speech
It only works when it comes to insulting Muslims
Insolent I was, I will be, I am
Violent you know, I could also
Life of a thug like Jessy Money, thug life, we tell the story
You released a song I didn't even click
Your whole career is prefabricated
You're gold record I don't even know who you are
They recognize me with my face blurred

2Pac, All Eyez On Me
2Pac, All Eyez On Me
2Pac, All Eyez On Me
2Pac, All Eyez On Me
I don't dream of a death like Biggie's
I don't dream of a death like Biggie's
I don't dream of a death like Biggie's
I don't dream of a death like Biggie's
I do it like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J
I do it like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J
Like, like Ideal J

VIEW ORIGINAL LYRICS