You know Lorenzo, he's a singer
Well, he's not really a singer but
There are some who, who say he's a singer
There are some who say he is, he is
That he does this for fun, so
Anyway, we don't care about that

Lorenzo did specify that the femen collectives
Who are asking for the concert to be cancelled
Can still come and show their breasts

These are lyrics, my guy, ok, that get you in the mood
Suck the dick, suck the dick, and there you go, that's Lorenzo
So uh, he does stuff like that
Actually, I used to listen to him a lot with friends
So, some of them, they call me mamène
We do not wish to censor an artist in any case
There are songs that have, uh
That-that shocked the thirty-something that I am
This French rapper openly holds statements of a
Racist, fascist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, pedophile nature
And glorifies various forms of violence such as rape
And the worst part is uh, you know, he throws out lyrics
Just with his voice, you know, you have to get in the mood
He doesn't have a voice like everyone else, you see
Like rappers in mode
The stuff of "I'm gonna fuck your mother" you see that kind of stuff
Or "kebab, mayo sauce, onions" you see what I mean?
But again, we can invent a character
But really, there are no rules we do what we want, right
In rap and in art in general
But I'm afraid that, that he falls too much into this character
And that he never gets out of it

Yeah
There's only shit in the news
Everything is bad or already seen
Rappers with the same texts
Models with the same asses
These assholes criticize my style
But they copy my marketing
Everyone can go platinum
Streaming doesn't mean anything anymore
No artists, just businessmen
More journalists than promo
More creation just advertising
Sponsors on videos
They're just 2.0 whores
Who would do anything for money
Run by young hipsters
Paid to send emails

In France, only bad actors
Who make failed comedies
Age badly like a Youtuber
Or make a career on TV
In the end, I was happier
Before when there wasn't a euro
Living 6 in a T2
Columbine to infinity
Hard to say that everything is over
That nothing will ever be the same
Anyway, I hate this industry
Feeling like no one understands me
Not too present in the photos
But I still have the same friends

I've realized all my dreams
Now I need to find new ones
It's letting off big blasts
Until death, it smokes hard
I see the end of my career like
The end of freedom of speech
I haven't forgotten who I was
The shrabs, the real ones will be missed
Rico is here, he's spinning
I smoke on it as if it was the last

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