92.7 FM, Radio Phoenix
"All Fire All Phase" (Radio Phoenix)
The radio broadcasted throughout Calvados
I go by the name of DJ Do It
And let me introduce my guests tonight
A long-time buddy, my home boy, Guillaume Tranchant
Uh, Gringe, me, it's, it's Gringe, me (Greenje)
Big shout out to all the IUT INFOCOM in Ifs
And, tonight, you came with your home boy
I'll let you introduce him or do you want to introduce yourself, you know?
Well go ahead, go ahead
Aurélien
Orel', uh, his name is Orel', actually him, it's
Mmh okay, deadly
Are you guys ready? Shall we drop the beat?
Yeah, yeah
Shall we drop the beat? Drop the beat
DJ, play them a little tune
So they can kick it in "All Fire All Phase" (okay)
(Radio-radio-radio Phoenix)
Yele? Go ahead, go ahead

I arrive in class later than a pregnant woman
Feet on the table, white Reeboks, size 45
I turn in a blank copy, leave no trace
It's Sunday every day, if you get me, give me five (give me five, han)
There's nothing to do, I'm lazy
Like a serious illness, my guy deals my weed bags
Easy money, girls too, obsessed with both
So I count my bills while your little girlfriend gives me handjobs
Give me some sound, that's how I immerse myself
I don't care about blowing everything up, I've already fucked 70 virgins
For me, rap is easy like a math exercise
MC, you're dead in the egg, MC, you're dead on Easter Island
Dude, we bring fresh blood, hit like a crack pipe
Get close to the speakers, end your life like Simple Jack
And I give it old school, tattoo and Kangol hat era
When we smoked down to the filter without it turning into a menthol cigarette

The best band of all time with a side job
My girl is fifteen, we play weird games with her jump rope
I'm Mick Jagger doing telemarketing
I know my face less well than my reflection in the pressure machine
I do the opposite of what I'm supposed to do, proof, I rap
I fine their albums with a single track, a single back
These young whores dream of living in a perfume ad
We live in preventive ads where young people die at the end
Not even sure I deserve to exist
Pessimistic, it's the sixth time this week that I'm getting tested
I have trouble getting off when I'm wasted
I just grind, I fuck until the condom is expired
I hang out with maladjusted guys
Who take drugs with names that make all the letters of the alphabet
Delayed adolescent, hooligan with shaved head
Corpse, at three in the morning at the McDrive on foot, yo
(At the McDrive on foot, yo)

(Yeah, eh, guys, eh)
Orel' and Gringe
(Eh guys, heavy)
(Radio Phoenix)

We're gonna smash your B-side with the greatest brutality
You're gonna pay so much, it's like paid sex
I fuck the production so well, I'm afraid to see my exes show up
I was born to be sacrificed, let me kick
I'm here to rap about the sexuality of ugly people
I'm here to sell my stash of weed, plastic strips in my pockets
Our life is suicide, I'm neurotic, I sell weed
In all the bad moves, frigid whores, botched plans
I don't articulate when I speak, mind completely muddy
I move slowly because I double the time
The style is scandalous, copy us, you'll sing better
We take your place in line, shout out to the lame kids
Everywhere we go, we hear "Oh no, not them"
(Casseurs Flowters) we derail the train, the others are fifteen wagons behind
I finger you with black nails while you suck my dick
Always the same question, when do we get an ounce of glory?
"Hey, don't worry, Minus, we're going to conquer the world tonight"

92.7, Radio Phoenix, "All Fire All Phase"
Casseurs Flowters with us tonight
(Hey, guys, hey, we can hear you there)
Okay

Orel and Gringe, white fool and white fool
My rap is so violent, you're going to fail your exam
I make melancholic sounds, yours are stupid to cry
I spend my days in my bed, Jesus couldn't lift me
It's neither done nor to do, so it will never be redone
I often get my balls and my withdrawal card swallowed
You want to know the formula? I keep the secret
All we're going to leave behind, tears and regrets
Faster than you when you sprint
You want to know what I think of your album? Nothing
I collect lies and hangovers
To dodge my girlfriend, it's giant slalom
Turn up the sound, I want the neighbors to freak out
I'd have to lose a bet for us to do a feat
The common point between your girlfriend and mine, her dick
I fuck her and fall asleep starfish #Patrick
We will never fit in
We're here to reinvent the wheel
We're everything you'll never see in GQ
It's not the photo that's messed up, it's me who's blurry
Fierce and cute like two red pandas
It's spa therapy rap, we drag them in the mud
We're just trying to look normal
When they're ready to do anything to look crazy
You talk under coke, we make the powder talk
Find us where you see the lightning fall
The idiots at the back of the bus, dirty cretins
We make your hardcore band look like a Christian rap group

(Ouch, ouch, ouch)
Yeah motherfuckers
Casseurs Flowters (heavy, Casseurs Flowters, yeah)
(Radio-radio-radio Phoenix)

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