Wealstarr is in the building (Wealstarr)
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James Kery
James Kery
James Kery

I'm still rapping
Am I the most hardcore rapper?
I'm not looking for the crossover
My voice is too manly for the vocoder
Most rappers have dropped their pants
Me, I've been denouncing the system since "Life is brutal"
Skyrock put them on their knees
Like the West in front of Netanyahu
But me, I'm still rapping
Before hitting the chin, I hit the body
From the musical plantation I escaped
And I make a lot more money since I'm independent
I'm at the movies, yeah, I'm at the theater, yeah
I'm in St-Jean St-Pierre, yeah, I'm in the 94, yeah
I'm easy to find like a white man in Africa
Or like immigrant blood under a cop's soles

You see, I'm still rapping
I'm the most hardcore rapper
Rapping I do it easily
The sound is thug, I'm in my element
The negro is insolent
Normal, my rivals are too slow
I wet my full lips
The negro is good, you see?

I'm still rapping
I've settled down but I have brothers who still scam
If you cross them in a forest, they're hiding a body
Or they just robbed a bank and a safe
I know how to erase the evidence
If I didn't believe in God, I would have made widows
You know the rules of the game so don't act thug
You'll get sprayed at the exit of a club
Don't come acting tough here
You're no more credible than France threatening Russia
Rappers have become soft, I've hardened
I could redo your portrait Kery James Da Vinci style
You see, I'm still rapping
I crash on their rap planet like a meteor
Simple, basic
A legendary rapper, it's measured by the classics
I'm going to put my title back in play
On December 8th, I set the Zenith on fire
On stage, I'm the most powerful
I have a white drummer who does amazing things
They do concerts, I do shows
I cry for brothers while they play tough
The expression is direct like in the 78
Rap hit rock bottom like public school

But me, I'm still rapping
Boom boom bang bang bing bing, I send you into the decor
To the hip-hop critics who become too confident
You could get slapped by a conscious rapper
Show me some respect, I don't have your time
There are men approaching their thirties who call me "uncle"
Talk about the rappers who make you fantasize
Forget me, there will be no tears or injuries
I've been doing this since I was a kid
And I plan to last like a railway strike
A country governed by bankers
The smile on the face of the rentiers
I'm still rapping
Despite the media, I still tackle
I accept compromises by the compromises
I promised you, I'm on a mission

Neither in front of Ardisson, nor in front of Ruquier
I carry the banner, I have not abdicated
Black proud like a solinké who claims to do R.A.P. without claiming
Yann Moix is just a doormat
Always on the side of the most powerful
You can talk about me when I'm absent
That doesn't make me wrong
Everyone has their place on the chessboard
I inform the masses, you polemicize
Power and media are intertwined
Dangerous like gasoline near a lighter
My life was rhythm to the songs of the sirens
I didn't have the same childhood as Enthoven
If I still scream my ebony pain
It's because I surely have slave blood in my veins
The same vision of the black man as Jules Ferry
We survive in France or we perish
I started from the bottom like Frank Ribéry
And their low blows only made me tougher
Twenty years later, I still have the dead
Until love or until death
I kill the match, break the score
Don't look for the clash, I'm still rapping

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