Turn down the beat, we're bleeding from the nose
I haven't slept, I see life behind smoked glasses
Alcohol has no effect on me, I'm going to inject myself
"What do you want to do when you grow up?"
I want to get sucked!
Ah, I'm disturbed
Ah, damn Orel', what are you doing?
I'm in a kimono on my futon, serving myself tea
We're bringing rap back to the old school, you know it

What can we do except name-drop cocktails
Harvest problems?
We always talk about the same subjects
Every vacation we go to explore brothels, blow up hotels
We always spend the same budgets
Leave comments and speak ill, that's all they want
John Lennon and McCartney, New Beatles
I'm causing trouble for everyone, I'm going to die alone
I'm thirsty, I can't go to bed before they open Lidl
"You're talking nonsense", yeah!
No one can stop us, get ready to be ready
If you just got pregnant, it's for you baby
You can always count on us not to raise it

Stupider than stupidity, yeah
Stupider than stupidity, yeah
Stupider than stupidity, yeah
Stupider than stupidity, yeah

Rum and soda, Coke and vodka
Rock'n'rolla, ravaged, coma
Fight and trauma, stomach pumping
Massage and sauna, passenger from beyond

I need a new Tetra Pak skull box
To succeed I'm betting on a four-leaf clover
Move your flat chest, girl
I want all my horny friends to raise their paw, (woof!)
We have viagra for your grandfather
I resurrect your boy's life so we can bury it
I'm in the claws of a cougar with a panther jacket
You can find me on a nipple like a thirty-year-old baby
I operate on vacation, in deficiency, in latency
I'm always too intense as if I was on mescaline
From sirens to tunas, I fuck all kinds of marine species
Mechanical tail, Winter the dolphin, sex machine
I operate in power, in nuisance, in silence
I operate by kicking, without freelance, I'm going to pigeonhole you
When I was little, I fantasized about "I love the gym"
I add a little white to your beautiful chabine
We come to saw your family tree
You didn't understand, we fuck you at the root
I sleep in the cabin, I take micro-naps
In paradise, 2Pac and Biggie recite our texts
Tell your twittos to join Team Valium
Apart from sleeping and napping, nothing excites me
I come out in an ambulance when I go to the Gymnasium
E-cigarettes plugged in, my Mac is an apple hookah
"This is the best I ever had"
I think I'm Drake when I record my yogurts on a dictaphone
Orel, Gringe and Skread are Dewey, Reese, Malcolm
MCs go into therapy at the end of the album
Less and less makes more and more, two brothers from another uterus
I don't know what bullshit I'm going to do, prepare an excuse anyway
Pure and hard alcohol, I'm your guy, not so sure
You leave in a wheelchair, Ben Hur

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, yeah
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, yeah
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, yeah
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid

I'm curious, my conscience always says, "why not?"
You don't see me in the box, that's because I'm under the table
Oh la la, it's a mess, everything's going wrong in my head
It's like Candlemas in concert, we turn the whole room upside down
Who's bad, douchebag, I send the cold shower
We arrive in aquaplaning in your village
A deluge of bullshit falls on your do-rag
Forced labor for your rappers, it's back to the gulag
I come to surf on the wave, another white guy who raps
Raelsan in feat, I leave with a handicap
Gringe is in the network, a bit like those people who hack
Parrot on the shoulder, pirate download (stupid, stupid')
Wait, I still have two or three hot phases
We graft you a Siamese brother homo
You can't do anything to avoid it yet you see the pole
Raise your arms for Satan and Diabolo!

Winter the dolphin, it's the dolphin that is, who is
Who found himself in a crab trap
He got injured in the thing, he lost his tail
And so they transported him to the Clearwater hospital for marine species there
He was renamed Winter, and uh, in fact, uh
If he loses his tail he might die, so they
They made him a tail in, a tail in, a mechanical tail
A metal tail
Hence the phase Winter the dolphin, mechanical tail
Sex machine
Fucking shitty geek joke, where do you want to go with that?
You think the housewife listens to this, she's enjoying it?
Yeah but uh
Ablaye please tell them
We don't give a shit about Winter the dolphin
Yeah
Well yeah, we want a fucking single
Yeah, I see but the album is more of a buddy thing
I don't know if it's a singles thing, or
Ok, we're buddies, that's cool, but first and foremost we're your producers
You have to get that into your head
No single, no radio
No radio, no album sales
No album sales, no SACEM
No SACEM, no dough
Yeah okay
It's not complicated, anyway you know Ablaye's motto

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