[GRAVITE ZERO - Galactica RMX]



"GALACTICA" (4 fois)

JAMES DELLECK
Mes dents résonnent faisant claquer mes maxillaires
Ce n’est que la dernière sonnerie de mon nouveau téléphone moléculaire

LE JOUAGE
James c’est <> c’est chaud imagine que ce soir ya dj 3eme type
Au galactica, viens on y va

JAMES DELLECK
Cool, Sir Ménélik m’à prêté la space cadillac chromé
Celle qui brille autant qu’le penis d’un droïd débridé

LE JOUAGE
Pas de doute il est frais ce type donc rendez vous chez moi
Et ramene moi ta veste Edouard Delacre

JAMES DELLECK
Vas y monte, dégueule pas sur les siéges en peaux de bêtes

LE JOUAGE
T’inquiete! allez pousse a fond ce dernier tube de tech'

JAMES DELLECK
D’abord j’passe au mac dolab, pour commander un mac Iguanodon

LE JOUAGE
J’veux bien que tu me prennes un menu armaguedon epicé

JAMES DELLECK
Rassasié, direction 3e droite après l’astrobasik

LE JOUAGE
Enfin apparait le club juste derriere le pipe show bionique

JAMES DELLECK
Devant les portes se dresse de massif videur de race plogg d’aneff
Pas de panique pour rentré, j’dis que j’connais les frères bogdanof.

"GALACTICA" (4 fois)

LE JOUAGE
Sous un dome cosmique l’ambiance transpire de bonheur
Ça danse c’est chaud c’est bouilllant j’lance un œil vers l’horizon
qui me plonge Dans l’iris du zéolohide, j’annonce
Elle m’a defiée du regard et la soirée ne fait que commencer

JAMES DELLECK
Stroboscope hypnotique ambiance sexe holographique
Les tentacules « push n’ up » sur un beat psyquedelik
L’hystérie devient beauf lors du strip-tease d’une femme blöff
C’est genre la tête de Björk sur le corps d’un crapaud buffle

LE JOUAGE
Sans bluffe James elle matte et te branche là !!!

JAMES DELLECK
Peut-être mais même avec la bite d’un autre elle je la nique pas
Alors que l’atmosphère s’alcoolise, il me vient une citation
"Ce soir c’est ma tournée, j’vais arroser du clito de Glingon"

LE JOUAGE
Yo spoukie pour moi ce sera un cocktail flip killer
West coast killa qui saoule meme les g’z
Accoudé au comptoir se devoile la silouhette du natural bomb killa

JAMES DELLECK
Ouais et niveau poitraille « elle est là !»

"GALACTICA" (4 fois)

JAMES DELLECK
Esseulée aux bars, une douce vision m’ensorcelle
Un décolleté des yeux de biche et l’intelligence artificielle
Mes glandes hormonales amplifient le processus
Le courage dans le caleçon j’accoste cette venus
T’as de beau dents mauves "merci" "De rien..."
Et en plus tu t’ai laissé pousser les seins ça te vas bien !
Je vais la foutre en transe en un coup de langue sur ces lèvres
Pendant des heures, je lui ai mis la fièvre !

LE JOUAGE
James c’est la meuf du bœuf derriere dont tu monopolises la bouche
De plus le type a l’air louche
Je sais de source sure qu’il est venu en equipe, qu’il n’est pas armé que de patience
Et pratique le un pour tous tous sur un
Optons pour la technique de l’eclipse pendant qu’il est tant
Et pressons le pas ils viennent dans notre direction
Plus le temps de draguer la diva decolle ta langue et lave toi les mains
Deja j’entends derriere moi, "hey ils sont la!"

"GALACTICA" (4 fois)

[2PAC FEAT. OUTLAWZ - When We Ride]



[Outlaw Immortalz]
Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick
Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls
They know
You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch
Picture if you will seven deadly human beings
blessed with the gift of speech, the power to reach
each nigga on every street
May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud
of what transpired since the day the seed was planted
The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick
Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit
Just me and my dogs livin like hogs
Outlaw Immortalz
What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue
What lies between is the fiction
Don't fuck around and make it true

[Tupac]
Hahahahahaha
My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe
I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me
Plus my alias is Makaveli
A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga belly
Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around
with a sick-ass nigga like me
They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared
for the Outlawz, here we come

[Hussein Fatal]
They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table
I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel
Rap-related criminally activated and evil
I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle
Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies
You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these
Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast
Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo

[Kastro]
I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols
The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials
Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential
Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you
Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro
Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes
and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs
I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate

[Napoleon]
My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be
robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin
But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin
befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin
I think these niggaz got the game fucked up
If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!)
Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation
is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin

[Chorus: Tupac]

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy
on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride!
Thug nigga till we die, no mercy
on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride!

[Mussolini]
It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini
Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me
Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets
Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets
Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber
For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride
Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin no end to revenge
Fuck any, my alias Mussolini

[Idi Amin]
They call me Idi, from the side of seedy
Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy
It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence
to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin
to my fuckin last nut, with Lo-Pole and Kastro
Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though
Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow
Ain't no chance to hide when we ride

[Khadafi]
My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy
Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me
Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon
while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin
Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome
Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin
It's like it's me against myself with all these
backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth

[Mo Khomeini]
Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer
The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers
I'm that nigga with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks
that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef
It's been a long road, a lot of episodes
And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes
Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin
Now I'm surpassin any assassin

[Chorus 2X]

[Tupac]
Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby
Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit
Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini
Amin, Naploleon, Khomani
What y'all really wanna do?
Haha like them niggaz said
"What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew"
Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga
Flashin on niggaz
Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life
But we Outlaw Immortalz
We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga
Like I'll make you famous motherfucker
I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit
My niggas make the papers baby
My niggas make the front page
Multiple gunshots [fades]

"- Euh... This is Sparta?
- THIS IS SPARTA!"

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[LUNATIC - Le Son Qui Met La Pression]

(Booba:)
Le son qui met la pression
Garçon
C'est l'oppressé contre la répression
Y a plus d'maître ici
Plus d'MC's

{Refrain:}
Booba
Le son qui met la pression
Ali
Garçon
Booba
C'est l'opressé contre la répression
Ya plus d'maître ici
Ali
Plus d' MCs
Booba
Plus d'saisons
Ali
Tant de raison
Booba
Dans mes récits

(Booba:)
Notre histoire au moins
J'espère qu'elle est pas trop triste à la fin
Dans mon crew ya foule et c'est la folie
Qui l'emporte ouais
On dit, fait souvent n'importe quoi
Du bruit comme un R1 sans pot, suis impoli
Je nie
Devant l'daron
Vis
La nuit
Ris
Devant le parrain
C'est pas rose mais nique sa mère ici c'est Paris
Pisse devant la barre
Hauts-de-Seine et mon nombril
C'est la seule cicatrice qui mérite un nom
Mérité d'être un homme avoir la force du nombre et faire qu'un
Si tu en tues un tu sais bien qu'il en reste un
Trop de tracas, offensives
C'est le champs des civières, du 18 carats sur les gencives

{au Refrain, x2}

(Ali:)
Alors comme cela on veut racailler
Ma présence une menace pour les khattayes
Mental de muay-thaï
En paix avec moi même
Là où règne
Le KO
La maille en a asservi plus d'un
Coupables les fils de putes ne cessent de plaider
Veulent salir nos pseudonymes
A-l-i, Booba
Disent que Lunatic et criminalité sont synonymes
Grillés pour une histoire de traits et de mélanine
On nous endort mais ma croyance en l'au delà me réanime
Ramène ma force pour ma famille, ma team, mes intimes
92 Infanterie
Tous enfantés entre joies et douleurs
Vois le monde comme une mauvaise plaisanterie
Plaies, sang et corps meurtris
Champs des sirènes, émeutes, cris et civières
Civilisés
On a l'art de la guerre et nos troupes mobilisés
Des avants aux arrières soldats
Nés pour mourir
Rien ne sert de courir
Pendant le repos
Me souviens des instants paumés
Marche lame de rasoir à la mâchoire
Souvent dans l'trom
Agresse avec le sourire
Prêt à partir au martyr
Faut qu' les bourreaux apprennent à souffrir
C'est l'oppressé contre la répression
Lunatic, Révolution

{au Refrain, x2}

(Booba:)
Des raps sales comme mon argent
Et mon pécule à la que-ban
Pour taffer ou pour dealer, partout y a la queue
Vie crue
Un vécu d'poissard
Parmi les saï-saïs, les brassards
Mon destin écrit sur du P.Q
Anti-Pédés
Pages entières pour une mort violente garantie
Frères, ici c'est Despee
Horrifié parce que je récite l'illicite Kho
Je suis une cuillère, du feu, une seringue et du citron
Arrêtez de jacter
T'es un vrai gars, ouais
Depuis hier, moi depuis mon premier K-way
Tu t'adresses à qui
A moi, Brahms ou Issakha
A qui moi,
Quand je suis né j'étais kaki
Le son qui met la pression
Ce soir
C'est pour Ferber, Pont-de-Sévres, et le square.

[SEPULTURA - Dead Embryonic Cells]



Land of anger
I didn't ask to be born
Sadness, sorrow
Everything so alone
Laboratory sickness
Infects humanity
No hope for cure
Die by technology
A world full of shit coming down
Tribal voilence everywhere
Life in the age of terrorism
We spit in your other face
War of races
World without intelligence
A place consumed by time
End of it all
We're born With pain
No more We're dead
Embryonic cells
Corrision inside -- we feel
Condemned future -- we see
Emptiness calls -- we hear
Final premonition -- the truth
Land of anger
I didn't ask to be born
Sadness, sorrow
Everything so alone
Laboratory sickness
Infects humanity
No hope for cure
Die by technology
We're born With pain
Suffer Remains
We're born With pain
Suffer Remains
We're dead

C'est juste chaud! T'entends jeune pédé?

[STRAPPING YOUNG LAD - Oh My Fuckin God]



there is no insanity, rather a super sanity
more suited for life at the end of the 20th century
where everything is art,
and everything is trying to express it,
where everything is art,
and everything is trying to comunicate it...

all intelligent beings sleep the dreaming of dreams
and they've all come up to meet me tonight
although while in the morning, all their wonder and their
glory was turned ugly and quite simple
like a venue when you're loading in gear

sexuality, eroticism in asexual pursuasions.
man or woman, make's no difference in the outcome
no fasion, no tolerance for stupidity or ignorance
... "adidas" or "the arch deluxe"...
and time is now an object

oh my fucking god...
oh I'm fucking god...
and I'll dream all this into becoming real

and until such time that you can prove me otherwise
I will continue with my agnostic travels
until I've found a place that dreams with me...
...a place that feeds on my rountine

all I want is my mommy...
all I want is my mommy...
all I want is my mommy...
all I want is my mommy...

this is the night that it all changes

[NAS - Thief's Theme]

[Intro]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more style, the son do
{*rewind*
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more style, the son do
Check, one, two

[Verse 1]
Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit
On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz
Little kids scared cops, wit bread dots
Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors
Goin back like black and white TV's wit pliers
Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires
Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on
Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up
And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em
Cops see them and run, don't want no drama
Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of
Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota
Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians
From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh
Lightning hits the top of the church steeple
When I'm writin, semi-automatic no hyphen
It's frightening.... {*scratches*

[Chorus]
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit

[Verse 2]
I take summers off, cause I love winter beef
Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet
Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill
Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd
Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth
Rule which car heart, gun powder stains
Smellin like trees, set some mill on the brain
Skeemin on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain
Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap
Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks
Death crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises
Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's
.... Just another day in the hood
And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good
We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em
But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em
Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin
And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life
For the thief's who come out at night

[Chorus]

[Outro]
One, two
Check, one, two {*echoes*
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*
{*explosion*

Je ne m'en lasse jamais!

[EIFFEL - Hype]



Elle calme pour un instant
en pornographe experte
Comme une abîme
Que l' on sait où trouver si l' on veut se perdre
C' est le tout Paris qui jouit
Foule unanime
Inferno telegraph to the hype
Inferno telegraph to the hype
Antichambre, photographe qui attend
Immortaliser, le visage de la connerie ambiante
Et c' est le tout Paris qui jouit encore
Foule onanisme
Inferno telegraph to the hype
Inferno telegraph to the hype
Personne ne m' a vu naître
Personne ne me verra mourrir
Alors un peu de pudeur
Même si tu as le clitoris en forme de réussite
Et c' est Paris qui jouit encore
Foule anonyme
...to the hype
Inferno telegraph to the hype
Et ça cherche plus gros
Et ça cherche plus profond
Mais l' on reste en surface
Quand on voit surfer les artistes
Et c' est le tout Paris qui jouit encore
Foule qu' on anime
Inferno telegraph to the hype
Inferno telegraph to the hype
La petite bourgeoise des montre mon cul à tout vent
C' est catchy-délire
C' est du porno vintage
Les fleurs du pavé parisien
Inferno telegraph to the hype
...et tout le monde danse
Elle calme pour un instant
En pornographe experte
Et qui c'est ?
C'est Paris qui jouit
Inferno telegraph to the hype
Inferno telegraph to the hype
Inferno telegraph ...

Cette chanson convient tout à fait à cette vidéo commentée par le grand Desproges.

cuistre /kɥistʁ/ masculin

1. Personne qui fait un étalage intempestif d'un savoir souvent mal assimilé, qui tranche avec une assurance excessive.

(Source: Wiktionnaire)

[LIL JON FEAT. ICE CUBE - Real Nigga Roll Call]

[Lil' Jon talking:]
Yeah!
Right about now (whats up)
It's time for the real nigga roll call
Now when you hear your city or state being called
You put your motherfuckin' middle finger up in this bitch
ATL, St. Louis, Alabama, Chicago, The Carolina's, Nep Town,
DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York niggas, Texas, you know!

[Hook]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho! [x4]

[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon and Ice Cube:]
Mothafuck that nigga! [x4]
Mothafuck that bitch! [x4]

[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll bitches!
Come on flexin' ass flauntin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some real ass treal ass niggas!
Your niggas!
Be some ho ass pussy ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some head-bustin' gangsta ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some runnin' and scared ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Roy Jone beat ya ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some cake and handcuffin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some "Send them hoes out!" ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some tricking "Don't pay them hoes!" ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Don Juan piumpin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some 22 havin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some chopper street sweepin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Them ol' half ounce sellin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some dirty bird movin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some kissin' security ass ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Fuck them hoes and let 'em know ass niggas!

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube:]
See I'ma mean nigga
Youse a friend nigga
Ol' pretend nigga
Smile and grin nigga
I hate a false niggas
Diana Ross nigga
So if ya lost nigga
Meet tha boss nigga
He's a super nigga
Grin and groupa nigga
Act stupid nigga
I'll fuckin' nuke tha nigga
Cuz youse a happy nigga
And ima nappy nigga
Fuckin' scrappy nigga
Meet ya pappy nigga
Its Ice Cube nigga
And Lil Jon nigga
So if ya drunk nigga
Keep it crunk nigga
Til' you punk nigga
Feel tha bump nigga
Get yo testifying ass in tha trunk nigga
You wanna tell nigga
I'll dump a shell nigga
Send a frail nigga
Str8 ta hell nigga
Thats ya shelter nigga
Helt-a-skelta nigga
And when I belt a nigga
Y'all help a nigga!

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon Talking:]
Yeah!
I see you and your lil click up in tha club nigga
I see ya'll niggas over there talkin' that shit
But you know what nigga
Bitch niggas get dealt wit motherfuckin' real quick!

[Ice Cube:]
Here we come boy
Real niggas shoot ta kill betta run boy
Or you can tell me how I feel as a
Real nigga
Which nigga
Go get a bitch nigga
No better
Hoes better do what I say
Cuz I'm insane in tha brain
Bitch I got Rick James in my veins
Real niggas never change
We just let it bang
Roll thru tha gutter lane
Daddy said let 'em hang
And cut 'em like its butter mayne
Skeet skeet skeet
Naw thats tha other mayne
Cuz my skeet never leak out this rubber man
TNA ain't workin' niggas DNA
That crazy bitch'll have ya ass off E&J
Fake niggas got these real bitches bein' gay
'Til my peoples come around its like night and day
Now she wanna change her god and the way she pray
Authentic niggas all know thats tha playa way

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon:]
We running this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We running this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a fuckin' piece
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a fuckin' piece
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
My Midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card
My Midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card
And down South we set if off
Blow ya fuckin' face off
And down South we set if off
Blow ya fuckin' face off (real nigga roll call!)


WHAT? WHAT?

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OKAAAAY!

On passe du coq à l'âne avec une vidéo pour les anglophones sur Tupac: he's alive!

[STYX - Mr Roboto]



A propos d'un pote...

My Name is E*** dit :
tu sais pourquoi je sais que M****** est gay?
Choub_aka dit :
lol
Choub_aka dit :
vas y, diqs
Choub_aka dit :
dis*
My Name is E*** dit :
Quand le ciel se couvre, il guette les nuages en forme de bites. Dès qu'il en voit un, il se précipite dans un champ en se plantant en plein milieu de celui ci. Il espère alors qu'un orage se déclenche vite pour se prendre un coup de foutre.
Choub_aka dit :
ptdr

[FOO FIGHTERS - Breakout]



Verse 1
You make me dizzy
Running circles in my head
One of these days Ill chase you down
Well look whos going crazy now
Were face to face my friend
Better get out
Better get out

Chorus
You know you make me breakout
Make me breakout

I dont wanna look like that
I dont wanna look like that
Know you make me breakout

Verse 2
You can see this on my face
Its all for you
The more and more I take I break right through
Therapy still scares me
Putting me on my back again
I may be crazy, little frayed around the ends
One of these days Ill phase you out

Burn it in the blast off
Burn it in the blast off
Watch me crawl away
Try to get out
Try to get out

Chorus

Breakout!
Go, go, go

Chorus

Toujours aussi sympa!

[PITBULL feat. LIL JON & YYT - Bojangles]

baby work it out ba ba baby work it out

if ya see a girl that can shake tell her just like this
jigga, jigga, call that girl bojangles.
jigga, jigga, call that girl bojangles.
jigga, jigga, call that girl bojangles.
The following is not a test, DJ!

[CHORUS]
Bring it bring it back,
Bring it bring it bring it back, [hey]
Bring it bring it back,
Bring it bring it bring it back, [HEY]
Bring it bring it back,
Bring it bring it bring it back, [hey]
The following is not a test, DJ!
Traemelo p'atras,
Trae traemelo p'atras,
Traemelo p'atras trae traemelo p'atras,
Traemelo p'atras trae traemelo p'atras,
The following is not a test, DJ!

sweet little jon and the twins boy
we back one mo gain back one mo gain
we gon show you how to do do do it
cos we the skee ske skee skee skeet unit
baby just move i wanna take to the champagne room
and do dat bang bang boom
mama notre why mama dame la cabeza noeswhy(spanish)
deep deep free free skee skee
call yow girls over dey can have de front row seats
to the world dance imma make these girls nervous around their girlfriends i like to ..

Lick it lick it, lick it lick it, I like to
Lick it lick it, lick it lick it, we like to
Lick it lick it, lick it lick it, they like to
Lick it lick it, lick it lick it, DJ!!

[CHORUS]

I'm back for some more,
jigga, jigga, jigga.
Take it back to the floor,
jigga, jigga, jigga.
Bend over touch your toes,
jigga, jigga, jigga.

That's right she's a pro.
That's right I'm a pro.
Take it to, take it to the house
party, I'm a take it, I'm a take it to her mouth,
boy I'm a take'em, I'm a take'em to the south,
where them school's got classes like
Jay-Z's reasonable doubt.
Pit is always reppin' for them boyz up the road,
for them boyz on the block yellin' "we base blow?"
Watch where ya at 'cause they will tag ya toe.
Liberty city'll leave yo ass John Doe.

Lick it lick it, lick it lick it, I like to
Lick it lick it,lick it lick it, we like to
Lick it lick it,lick it lick it, they like to
Lick it lick it,lick it lick it, DJ!!

[CHORUS]

Baby work it out, baby baby work it out.
Baby work it out, baby baby work it out.
Baby work it out, baby baby work it out.

If you see a girl that can shake,
tell her just like this:

Baby take it down, baby baby take it down.
Baby take it down, baby baby take it down.
Baby take it down, baby baby take it down.

If you see a girl that can shake,
tell her just like this:

Baby turn around, baby baby turn around.
Baby turn around, baby baby turn around.
Baby turn around, baby baby turn around.

Girl you know what I like to do,
I like to
Lick it lick it, lick it lick it, we like to
Lick it lick it, lick it lick it, they like to
Lick it lick it, lick it lick it, THE WORLD!!!
The following is not a test, DJ!!

[CHORUS]

Aussi Frais que ça à l'époque...

Devinette Dantec du jour (parodie grotesque de son style alambiqué):

"Par le biais de cet oeil artificiel, la captation de la lumière parvenue à ce dispositif était suivi d'un codage immédiat en une suite de 0 et de 1, pulsations électriques plus précisement, une suite de différences de potentiel créant un pouls irrégulier d'informations parcourant à la vitesse de la lumière les circuits imprimés de cet appareil de capture numérique. A l'autre bout du processus une extension prothétique de la machine, poupée de chair, captait par sa rétine les images insupportables parvenant sur l'écran à cristaux liquides et en savourait chaque instant."

Oui, quelqu'un filme quelque chose de sans doute terrible avec une caméra...

[EIFFEL - Ma part d'Ombre]



Le plus grand groupe de Rock qu'il m'ait été donné de voir.

Anecdote: Rencontre du troisième type
Bruit ambiant: Brouhaha, la première partie Daria joue un morceau bien péchu.

- Moi: "J'ai vraiment hâte de voir Eiffel!"
- Mathieu: "Ouaip."
- Moi: "Putain, j'ai vraiment hâte de voir Romain!"
- Mathieu: "..."

Une main se pose sur mon épaule.

- Inconnu: "Pardon, excuse moi."

Après m'avoir adressé un grand sourire l'individu se plante devant nous et écoute le groupe.

- Moi: "..."
- Mathieu: "..."

Je regarde Mathieu.

- Mathieu: "Oui, je sais, j'l'ai aussi reconnu c'est Romain Humeau. Tu veux lui sucer la bite?"

- Moi: " T_T "

-Mathieu: "Et là tu vas me dire que tu peux crever en paix?"

J'ai toujours dit que le hasard faisait trop bien les choses pour être honnête.