Member of Bladazz with Tido Berman, he created the rap group TTC with him and his cousin Cuizinier. After EPs and mixtapes, they made two albums, Ceci n'est pas un disque (2002) and Bâtards Sensibles (2004), on Big Dada, from the label Ninja Tune. Their third album, 3615 TTC, was released on December 26, 2006 on V2 Records.
The album Bâtards Sensibles is nominated at the Victoires de la Musique 2005 (a french award ceremony) in the category “Album rap/hip-hop/rnb of the year”.
Teki Latex also took part in many collaborations in the independent French hip-hop scene in which he is regarded as "one of the leaders", in particular on the L'armée des 12 (gathering TTC, La Caution and Saphir), which album Cadavre Exquis went out in November 2002 at Kerozen, the label of La Caution.
The other major project of Teki Latex relates to L'atelier, which album Buffet des anciens élèves, rejected by various labels, the creation of its own label accelerates, Institubes, in order to allow its finalization. You can find on this project Teki Latex, Fuzati (Klub des Loosers, Le Klub des 7), Cyanure (ATK, Le Klub des 7) and James Delleck (Gravité Zéro, Le Klub des 7), also Para One and Tacteel, who worked on the second album of TTC, as producers. The disc went out in 2003.
Teki Latex also went on a solo career in 2006 to the accents much more pop. After having signed at Virgin France, he made his first EP Disco Dance With You in June 2006, produced by Gonzales and Renaud Létang (VV).
His first solo album Party de Plaisir (resolutely Dancefloor according to him) is scheduled for march 2007, before which he has also released a second EP Les Matins de Paris featuring the french pop artist Lio.
Disco Dance With You
Teki Latex Lyrics
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I just came to drink
I don't want to think til ten til two
Spare me your favors
Do me no good turnså
I'm not here to date
Though I appreciate your deep concern
Desperation blows through the front door
Respiration blows away the dance whores
In. Out. In. Out. 1. 2. 3. 4.
Everything's OK, everything's fine (3x)
But I don't wanna dance with you
A small circle of friends to hide the
Bigger ones beneath the eyes
God only knows how many Romeos
will try to penetrate the girl and her disguise
Five hours sleep, five days a week
Running to save face
Clawing at the ground
To the headache sound of a drum and bass
Desperation flows through the dance floor
Destination 'hos throwing soft core
Respiration blows and woofers roar to life
In. Out.1. 2. 3. 4.
Cash the check... a nervous wreck
With a dragging ass, shaking fast
I just got paid, you won’t get laid tonight
In. Out. In. Out. 1. 2. 3. 4.
The lyrics of "Disco Dance With You" by Teki Latex have a cynical and detached perspective on the nightclub scene. The opening lines introduce a character who is clearly uninterested in any social interaction beyond drinking and dancing. They reject the advances of those around them, insisting that they are not looking for romantic connection. The chorus repeats the phrase "everything's okay, everything's fine," perhaps indicating a sense of apathy or resignation to the shallow and repetitive nature of the nightclub experience.
The second verse describes the ways in which people at the club attempt to conceal their true selves or desires through various disguises and performances. The line "God only knows how many Romeos will try to penetrate the girl and her disguise" suggests a lack of genuine connection or intimacy in these encounters. The final lines of the song describe the aftermath of a night out, with the singer feeling drained and unfulfilled despite having been paid for their participation.
Overall, the lyrics of "Disco Dance With You" convey a sense of exhaustion, disillusionment, and disconnection from others. The character portrayed seems to view the nightclub as a space of superficiality and pretense, where people go to escape reality rather than to engage with it.
Line by Line Meaning
Hey! Who the hell are you?
I don't know you, and I don't care to know you.
I just came to drink
I'm only here to have a drink.
I don't want to think til ten til two
I don't want to think about anything until much later.
Spare me your favors
Don't try to do me any favors. I don't need them.
Do me no good turns
No matter what you do for me, it won't do any good.
I'm not here to date
I'm not looking for a relationship.
Though I appreciate your deep concern
While I appreciate that you're looking out for my best interest, it's unnecessary.
Desperation blows through the front door
People are desperate to have a good time here at the club.
Ingratiation trolling for a cheap score
People are sucking up to one another to gain some sort of advantage.
Respiration blows away the dance whores
People are dancing so much that they're out of breath.
Everything's OK, everything's fine (3x)
The singer is trying to convince both themselves and others that everything is fine, despite feeling otherwise.
But I don't wanna dance with you
The artist doesn't want to dance with the person they're addressing.
A small circle of friends to hide the
The singer is using their small group of friends as a way to avoid interacting with others.
Bigger ones beneath the eyes
The singer is probably tired, and has bags under their eyes.
God only knows how many Romeos
There are probably a lot of guys trying to hit on the same girl, and it's hard to keep track of them all.
will try to penetrate the girl and her disguise
Guys are trying to see through the girl's façade and get to know the real her.
Five hours sleep, five days a week
The artist only gets five hours of sleep a night, and is tired because of it.
Running to save face
The singer is trying to keep up appearances, despite feeling tired and overworked.
Clawing at the ground
The singer is really struggling to keep up with everything.
To the headache sound of a drum and bass
The loud music is giving the artist a headache.
Desperation flows through the dance floor
People are becoming even more desperate to have fun and let loose.
Destination 'hos throwing soft core
People are trying harder to hook up, and it's getting more intense.
Respiration blows and woofers roar to life
People are breathing heavily and the music is getting even louder.
Cash the check... a nervous wreck
The artist is stressed out at their job, despite getting paid.
With a dragging ass, shaking fast
The singer is tired and anxious.
I just got paid, you won’t get laid tonight
The singer is saying that they're not going to have sex with anyone tonight, despite having money.
In. Out. In. Out. 1. 2. 3. 4.
This is a beat that matches the rhythm of people breathing.
Writer(s): Jason Beck Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Ltd.
Contributed by Elijah S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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