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Take a Mic Lyrics


Encore une fois on a réussi à faire quelque chose de différent
C'est magnifique
Punisher

Plaquette ou projet en physique, tout l'monde veut savoir combien tu vends (vrai)
Vos paroles c'était du vent
J'pense plus au passé, j'ai pris les d'vants
C'que j'ai dans l'ventre ça vaut bien plus du caviar en bas du bloc on est plus avare que bavard
Mes projets c'est mon histoire, bande de bâtards
J'écris mes seizes avec le sang d'mes balafres
J'me creuse la tête pour ne rien faire de banal, éviter les bananes
La magie c'est Paname
J'ai commencé tôt poto t'avais pas l'âge
Demi-Lune Zoo, Margiela quand j'me balade
Si j'le fais pas qui sauvera l'Val-de-Marne?
Pute reste pas là j'ai des projets en marge
Y'a que les mots et les MCs que j'mâche
Tu boycottes, tu suceras si ça marche
J'veux pas d'limite dans mon salaire
J'suis l'meilleur mais j'en ai pas l'air, y'a que Maman qui sait (envoie)
Je fume gros parce qu'il le fallait
Si c'est pas au bord d'une falaise personne voulait m'pousser
Moi et quelques artistes on va marquer l'histoire, y'a mon blaze sur liste noire
Y'a que le BPM qui m'redonne espoir
Réveille-toi tu manques l'épisode où mon rival il s'noie
J'entends parler de braquo poto tu dévalises quoi?
J'veux représenter ma rue mon gars sans faire la caille
Le studio c'est un sauna j'ressens pas quand il caille
J'suis un diamant brut et ça m'arrange quand tu tailles
J'écris sur des faces B, ma vie part en freestyle
Salope tu mérites pas mon cœur
À chaque "je t'aime" j'ai l'réflèxe derrière moqueur
Mon F3 s'est transformé en putain d'bunker, j'suis mon seul bookmaker
Un seul réal, deux beatmakers
600 morceaux j'suis un sale kickeur
Deux-trois techniques avant le game-breaker
J'ai mon public, les autres auditeurs m'écœurent
Faut pas croire ce milieu il est rempli d'make-up
J't'ai croisé en club, de l'eau dans ton red cup
Le nez dans la blanche dans la drogue de redgum
Y'a des pétasses qui s'donnent sans payer ton album

J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités

J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités

J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités

J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités

Il m'faut une paire de Pierre Hardy
Quand j'écris cette merde on est mardi
Des saloperies dans vos rediffs
J'suis l'meilleur j'sais même plus qui m'l'a dit
Toutes mes bandes sons c'est des manifs
Toutes les groupies c'est des malignes
Occupe toi d'ta vie, j'écris, j'occupe d'ma ligne
J'ai le bras long, j'raccroche sur ton kit mains libres
Premier projet j'étais mon seul média
J'tire de la ligne médiane, y'a que Dieu qui m'aidera
Il m'faut de l'oseille et ta conjointe sous mes draps
Le regard de mon père m'empêche de baisser les bras
C'est mon tour, non? Qui m'attend au tournant?
J'ai mené ma barque solo en défiant tout les torrents
On a la tête dure on veut pas reconnaître nos torts hein?
Ils s'inventent une vie qu'ils ont téléchargés en torrent
Moi et mes gars dans une suite à Dubaï
C'est sûr ça fait des rageux, ouais c'est sûr ça fait des rageux
J'ai vesqui Paname vos histoires à deux balles, quel bail
Elles s'assoient qu'à la table de ceux qui bicravent
Ma be-teu au fond de tes amygdales au final
Personne m'aurait vu en première partie d'untel ou untel
On m'interpelle alors qu'j'suis au phone tel en backstages
J'donne la force à ceux qui passent des partiels en parallèle
J'regarde mon parcours et j'me dis "bordel gaddem"

J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités

J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités

J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités

J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: YOUSSOUF SAID, ANASE ERTY MOUHAMADOU

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

TJRW 1

Once again we managed to do some
something different
That's wonderful Punisher Brochure or project in physics, everyone wants to know how much you sell (true)
Your words were windy I don't think about the past anymore, I took the lead What I have in my stomach is worth a lot more caviar at the bottom of the block, we're more stingy than talkative
My projects are my story, you bastards I write my sixteenths with the blood of my scars I dig my head to do nothing trivial, avoid bananas
Magic is Paname I started early buddy, you were not of age Half-moon Zoo, Margiela when I walk around If I don't do it, who will save the Val-de-Marne?
Bitch don't stay here, I have projects on the sidelines There are only the words and the MCs that I chew You boycott, you will suck if it works
I don't want a limit in my salary, I'm the best but I don't look like it, only Mum knows (send) I smoke a lot because I had to, if it's not on the edge of a cliff, nobody wanted to push me
Me and a few artists, we're going to make history, there's my blaze on the blacklist Only the BPM gives me hope Wake up you miss the episode of my rival he is drowning
I hear about violent heists buddy you rob what? I want to represent my street my boy without making the quail
The studio is a sauna, I don't feel when it curdles I'm a rough diamond and it suits me when you cut I write on B sides, my life is going freestyle
Bitch you don't deserve my heart At each "I love you" I have the reflex behind mocking My F3 has turned into a fucking bunker, I'm my only bookmaker One real, two beatmakers 600 songs I'm a dirty kicker Two-three techniques before the game-breaker I have my audience, other listeners make me sick
Don't believe this environment, it's full of make-ups I saw you in a club, water in your red cup The nose in the white in the redgum drug There are bitches who give themselves up without paying for your album I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths
I need a pair of Pierre Hardy When I write this shit it's Tuesday Crap in your reruns I'm the best, I don't even know who told me anymore All my soundtracks are demonstrations All the groupies are smart Take care of your life, I write, I occupy my line I have a long arm, I hang up on your hands-free kit
First project I was my only media I shoot from the middle line, only God will help me I need sorrel and your wife under my sheets My father's gaze prevents me from giving up
It's my turn, no, waiting for me at the turn I led my boat solo defying all the torrents We have a hard head we do not want to admit our faults eh? They invent a life that they downloaded in torrent Me and my guys in a suite in Dubai For sure they were haters, yeah for sure they were haters
I vesqui Paname your stories with two balls, what a lease They sit at the table of those who bicravent My baby deep in your tonsils in the end No one would have seen me in the opening act of such and such They call me while I'm on the phone, such as backstage I give strength to those who take partials in parallel I look at my route and I say to myself "brothel gaddem" I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths



Pinja

English Version -
Intro :
Once again we managed to do something different
It’s wonderful
Punisher

1st verse :
Bars of hash or physical copies, everybody wants to know how much you sold ? (true)
You’re words don’t mean shit
I don’t think on the past anymore, I took things in hand
What I’ve got in the stomach is worth far more than caviar, on the block we’re far more stingy than talkative
My projects are my story, you bastards
I write my sixteen bars with the blood of my scars
I scratch my head in order to not do anything banal, avoid getting screwed
The magic comes from Paris
I started early homie, you weren’t even of age
Demi-Lune zoo, Margiela when I’m taking a stroll
If I’m not the one to do it, who else will save Val-de-Marne ?
Bitch, stay there, I’ve got a couple side projects
I only chew on nothing but words and MCs
You’re boycotting, you’ll dick ride if it succeeds
I don’t want any limits in my salary, I’m the best, but I don’t look like it, only mom knows (send it)
I smoke homie, because it was necessary, if it wasn’t over the edge of a cliff, no one was willing to give me a push
Me and a few artist we’re about to mark history, my name is on the black list
There’s only the BPM that gives me back hope
Wake up, you’re missing out the episode were my rival drowns
I’m hearing you talk about robberies, homie, what did you rob ?
I want to represent my street, homie, without acting like a thug
The studio is a sauna, I don’t feel it when it’s cold
I’m a rough diamond and it arranges me when you get lost
I write lyrics on B sides, my life is like a freestyle
Bitch, you don’t deserve my heart
At every “I love you”, I can’t help but take it as a joke
My apartment transformed itself in a fucking bunker, I’m my only bookmaker
Only one real, two beatmakers
600 tracks, I’m a hell of a kicker
Two three techniques before the game breaker
I’ve got my fan base, the other listeners disgust me
Don’t get fooled, this game is full of make up
I saw you in the club, water in your red cup
Nose in the powder, ???
Y’a des pétasses qui s’donnent sans payer ton album (??)

Chorus :
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is

2nd verse :
I need me a pair of Pierre Hardy
As I’m writing this shit, it’s Tuesday
Some fuck shit on your rebroadcasts
I’m the best, I can’t even remember who told that to me
All of my sound tracks are riots
All the groupies are smart
Mind your own business, I’m writing lyrics, I’m minding my own bars
I’ve got a long reach, I hang up on your hands free kit
During my first project, I was my only media
I kick from the halfway line, there’s only god that will help me
I need me some money, and your girl under my sheets
My father’s stare stops me from quiting
Isn’t it my turn ? Who’s waiting to see me fail ?
I did my thing solo, by defying all the torrents
We’re hard headed, we don’t want to recognize our wrongs, hein ?
They’re making up fake lives that they downloaded on torrent
Me and my homies, in a suite at Dubai
It brings haters, that’s for sure, yeah, it brings haters, that’s for sure
I avoid Paris, all of your whack ass beefs, what a thing
These girls only sit down to the tables of those who sell drugs
My dick deep down in your throat in the end
You would have never seen me opening shows for this one or that one
I’m being called at while I’m on the phone backstage
I give strength to all those that are passing exams on the side
I look back at how far I’ve come and I say to myself “bordel gaddem”

Chorus :
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is

Lyrics gotten from http://www.theinternationalconnect.net/take-mic-4-verites-english-lyrics/
You're welcome



TJRW 1

Once again we managed to do some
something different
That's wonderful Punisher Brochure or project in physics, everyone wants to know how much you sell (true)
Your words were windy I don't think about the past anymore, I took the lead What I have in my stomach is worth a lot more caviar at the bottom of the block, we're more stingy than talkative
My projects are my story, you bastards I write my sixteenths with the blood of my scars I dig my head to do nothing trivial, avoid bananas
Magic is Paname I started early buddy, you were not of age Half-moon Zoo, Margiela when I walk around If I don't do it, who will save the Val-de-Marne?
Bitch don't stay here, I have projects on the sidelines There are only the words and the MCs that I chew You boycott, you will suck if it works
I don't want a limit in my salary, I'm the best but I don't look like it, only Mum knows (send) I smoke a lot because I had to, if it's not on the edge of a cliff, nobody wanted to push me
Me and a few artists, we're going to make history, there's my blaze on the blacklist Only the BPM gives me hope Wake up you miss the episode of my rival he is drowning
I hear about violent heists buddy you rob what? I want to represent my street my boy without making the quail
The studio is a sauna, I don't feel when it curdles I'm a rough diamond and it suits me when you cut I write on B sides, my life is going freestyle
Bitch you don't deserve my heart At each "I love you" I have the reflex behind mocking My F3 has turned into a fucking bunker, I'm my only bookmaker One real, two beatmakers 600 songs I'm a dirty kicker Two-three techniques before the game-breaker I have my audience, other listeners make me sick
Don't believe this environment, it's full of make-ups I saw you in a club, water in your red cup The nose in the white in the redgum drug There are bitches who give themselves up without paying for your album I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths
I need a pair of Pierre Hardy When I write this shit it's Tuesday Crap in your reruns I'm the best, I don't even know who told me anymore All my soundtracks are demonstrations All the groupies are smart Take care of your life, I write, I occupy my line I have a long arm, I hang up on your hands-free kit
First project I was my only media I shoot from the middle line, only God will help me I need sorrel and your wife under my sheets My father's gaze prevents me from giving up
It's my turn, no, waiting for me at the turn I led my boat solo defying all the torrents We have a hard head we do not want to admit our faults eh? They invent a life that they downloaded in torrent Me and my guys in a suite in Dubai For sure they were haters, yeah for sure they were haters
I vesqui Paname your stories with two balls, what a lease They sit at the table of those who bicravent My baby deep in your tonsils in the end No one would have seen me in the opening act of such and such They call me while I'm on the phone, such as backstage I give strength to those who take partials in parallel I look at my route and I say to myself "brothel gaddem" I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths



All comments from YouTube:

Teodorelolipop98

Les gars on se demande tous quand se fera son ascension mais faut qu'on le soutienne à fond nous aussi 💪🏽 Pour ceux qui ont les moyens, allez chopper l'EP il vaut VRAIMENT le coup il a mis fort et ça annonce du lourd ! Et dans tout les cas je trouve qu'on se doit de propager ses sons partout à tous les gens qui pourraient potentiellement kiffer son taf! Faut pas sous-estimez l'effet qu'on peut avoir sur son ascension go le soutenir à fond !

conor kennedy

i dont speak a fucking word of french but i do appreciate music and this shit is fucking fire. thank u 2k

TJRW 1

Once again we managed to do some
something different
That's wonderful Punisher Brochure or project in physics, everyone wants to know how much you sell (true)
Your words were windy I don't think about the past anymore, I took the lead What I have in my stomach is worth a lot more caviar at the bottom of the block, we're more stingy than talkative
My projects are my story, you bastards I write my sixteenths with the blood of my scars I dig my head to do nothing trivial, avoid bananas
Magic is Paname I started early buddy, you were not of age Half-moon Zoo, Margiela when I walk around If I don't do it, who will save the Val-de-Marne?
Bitch don't stay here, I have projects on the sidelines There are only the words and the MCs that I chew You boycott, you will suck if it works
I don't want a limit in my salary, I'm the best but I don't look like it, only Mum knows (send) I smoke a lot because I had to, if it's not on the edge of a cliff, nobody wanted to push me
Me and a few artists, we're going to make history, there's my blaze on the blacklist Only the BPM gives me hope Wake up you miss the episode of my rival he is drowning
I hear about violent heists buddy you rob what? I want to represent my street my boy without making the quail
The studio is a sauna, I don't feel when it curdles I'm a rough diamond and it suits me when you cut I write on B sides, my life is going freestyle
Bitch you don't deserve my heart At each "I love you" I have the reflex behind mocking My F3 has turned into a fucking bunker, I'm my only bookmaker One real, two beatmakers 600 songs I'm a dirty kicker Two-three techniques before the game-breaker I have my audience, other listeners make me sick
Don't believe this environment, it's full of make-ups I saw you in a club, water in your red cup The nose in the white in the redgum drug There are bitches who give themselves up without paying for your album I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths
I need a pair of Pierre Hardy When I write this shit it's Tuesday Crap in your reruns I'm the best, I don't even know who told me anymore All my soundtracks are demonstrations All the groupies are smart Take care of your life, I write, I occupy my line I have a long arm, I hang up on your hands-free kit
First project I was my only media I shoot from the middle line, only God will help me I need sorrel and your wife under my sheets My father's gaze prevents me from giving up
It's my turn, no, waiting for me at the turn I led my boat solo defying all the torrents We have a hard head we do not want to admit our faults eh? They invent a life that they downloaded in torrent Me and my guys in a suite in Dubai For sure they were haters, yeah for sure they were haters
I vesqui Paname your stories with two balls, what a lease They sit at the table of those who bicravent My baby deep in your tonsils in the end No one would have seen me in the opening act of such and such They call me while I'm on the phone, such as backstage I give strength to those who take partials in parallel I look at my route and I say to myself "brothel gaddem" I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths

Quentin Cappellina

Premier rap fr sur 2k18 ,franchement chapeau mec

Dz Rk

Du take take comme d'hab 👌🏼
C'est Ca qu'on aime force à toi 💪🏼

Manoel Leperlier

Ça méritait un clip, j'espère que pour d'autre son du projet il y en auras pcq tout les projets et énormément chaud

NOMIS

Les mec si vous avez pas écouter son EP foncez il est d'une lourdeur folle!! On veut des clips mtn Take

Kiri Kou

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Guillaume De Castro

NOMIS on te voie partt gava

LEQIAS

Terrible ! il faut que plus de gens ce rendent compte de son talent

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