De la compréhension mutuelle en amour, l'acceptation, le pardon de l'autre pour construire ensemble.

La vie d'un sans-papier

Les fléaux qui minent l'Afrique, la corruption, les dictatures, l'excision des femmes.

Le rythme yankadi est une danse traditionnelle dansée lors d'une compétition organisée par le royaume guinéen. Le trophée en est la plus belle femme du village.

Savoir aimer à temps sans perdre de temps à jouer avec les sentiments.

Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophone
Olfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoam
As for battle raps and who's the dopest
Learned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosis
Prognosis was never be the baron of this rap shit
But you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fit
Im rocking mine with pride and style it up
Slightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cut
Scratch an accapella like a lottery ticket
Dug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped it
Love to make her shake and taste her lipstick
The way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuit
When I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in me
Walk the fine line between debauchery and sorcery
Microphone magician, construct an algorithm with precision
Rhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a mission
Wishing upon a star..
Green to the T with the caviar now check the reference
Musical allusions in the sessions
Plus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence






Dont get no water on the gremlins
Get slaughtered like Lemmings
Make 'em board up the Kremlin
High treason.. down with the regent

I was harassed and fought like Harrison Ford
in that one episode of South Park where he's buried in cock.
Blood gushing from his orifice like sherry or port,
while all of ya'll just watched like an american sport.
Where are your balls? I'm tearing you all
a new jap's eye. Rap fly, that is why i carry the torch.
The chairman of boards; the ferryman of yachts;
the baddest mothafucka that you ever heard, but that ain't your fault.
If you had any idea of the mind focus
that goes into every word that I write on this
peace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes.
It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones with
my ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem if
your name was Shakespeare, so retreat or rhyme pwned, bitch!
On the real, you believe it's a light joke, kid?
You better think again and go find a new rhyme opponent.

It’s not those mics called the overheads
And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands
No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you
Will you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

We’ll have to gamble
Conceal our secrets
We’ll have to set aside
Our rusty strings
Lead and metals pointed upon us
Our disclocated concerto
Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies
Shall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune
Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?
Untuned…

The legend of the marvellous
Journeys and heroic deeds
The many adventures
Of Prince Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Begins with the tale of his insidious mother

Militrisa Kirtiervna
Plotted the death
Of her husband
Tsar Guidon
So she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threw
Bova into a dungeon
Militrisa’s maternal heart
Was deeply touched

The mighty Bogatyr
And so she helped Bova to escape

His two great powers:
Unparalleled strength
And unearthly beauty
Enabled him
To defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:
Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna

He then married her
And he too became a Tsar
They had a son
Whom they also called Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Ends with the tale of his handsome boy

Bova the elder
When his son grew up
Returned home
Craving for revenge
He beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place

You wake up
Wrapped in your dreams
You start to stretch like a cat

The sun shines
It’s Sunday morning
And I feel free as a bird

And I love you
The grain of your skin
Spreads sparkles in me

We’re lazy
We share a few kisses
Embrace tenderly

We’ll leave the world behind and keep leaning in the sun
Is time really passing by or are we kind of eternal?

In the air
Flavours of fresh bread
And delicious coffee

The bell rung
Eleven times
It could have been billions more
(and)
Outside
Children are playing
We hear them laughing

I know
You enjoy it
Though you’ve never really loved me

Whatever we are and whatever we feel
There are precious moments we should never throw away

In the beauty of this morning, we’ll just pretend to be one
We’ll try to find a name for the kids we’ll never have
Whatever we are and whatever we feel
There are precious moments we should never throw away

There ain’t nobody that I know
That walks full of liberty
We’re cursed and our bodies curl up
How can’t we speak out against it ?

We’re like stuck in a winter
Where the cold pinches our skin
The wind does squeeze in everywhere
Freezing our faces with fear

Can we stop ?

Can we change ?
Can we try to do something useful in the end?

I‘ll call the sun and warm you up
I’ll say Don’t give in, keep it up,
Have some food and have a rest
And let your soul just do the rest

I know your hearts are different
Please stop smothering their beats!
I know your inner nature man
I know you could be innocent!

Can we stop ?

Can we change ?
Can we try to do something useful in the end?

In all my dreams you stand up free
And proudly give that look at me
I would see how life is strong
Flowing from your gigantic eyes

I’d say Happy, I’m so happy!
I’m gonna paint myself in green
I’m gonna jump like a hopper
Above the seas above the skies

Can we stop ?

Can we change ?
Can we try to do something useful in the end?

Nathanael
Grows a new skin
Alters his pigments
One/We can change…

Forget it all
Feel everything
Be a filter
By yourself

And I will travel in
The fruits and the flavours
I will taste tangerines
I’ll put my tongue in yours

I will try everything
I’ll learn it all myself
I’ll keep on digging in
I’ll swallow all the earth

Hey baby, I don’t think that you understand
You’re turning, you’re turning,

You are turning around me but I’ve got a man

Well do you need a written notice as a fact?
Are you rea, are you rea,
Are you really stupid or do you just pretend?

I’m already taken and I say
Let us be friends, let us be friends again

Don’t you see that you ain’t deceiving nobody
Your uncea, your uncea
Your unceasing simpering ways get on my nerves

Don’t put on such airs showing so much soppiness
Please relax, have a wank,

And then come back to me when you get over it

You’re nice and cute oh little boy
Let us be friends, let us be friends again

Let us be friends, don’t try to charm me
Let us be friends, don’t put the blame on me
Let us be friends, please keep it cool baby
Let us be friends, just find another lover!