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    Things take a turn for the worse
    Send him back where he came from
    We got shots fired down the street

    Ba-di-yahhhh
    Alright, steady
    Ba-di-yah, ba-di-yah

    Absolute power corrupts absolutely
    If they get the Villain surrounded then (Ahem)
    Good to the last drop niglets
    Hood 'til the blast pop them bigot-ass piglets
    Go for the bosses' dicks or higher
    Beatwalkers still get caught up in the crossfire
    Get at the sarge, he give the orders
    The rest of them punks'll quit the force or get slaughtered
    Use stealth, play alleys, jet
    We'd rather not alert them nosy Federales, yet
    Keep the local random cases in each state
    Escape to the beaches for the season and be straight
    You on call, keep your Nikes on tight, no white
    Anybody tell get lighted on sight
    The ringer's on a need-to-know basis
    No persons, places, things and no faces
    Get bagged, you're on your own, acted alone
    Back home, your fam'll be provided for while you're gone

    It's a price on all snitches
    If you nice, bring back eyes, fingers, toes and pictures
    Send copies to those who singin' the blues
    Mothers and fathers who's unjustly accused
    Our species is in danger
    Wear gloves and strike in a city where you a stranger
    That'll let them fools know
    And send them a message, let them P.O.W.'s go
    Absolute power corrupts absolutely
    Now you have your orders, do your duty
    A new way to let the shots spray
    A few drops a day, double espresso, D.A. latte

    No smell nor taste, hardly traceable
    Wait to waste a prosecutor paid to get the case pulled
    Learn 'em a lesson for givin' bros mad stretches
    A long list of C.O.'s names and addresses
    A fake judge with many years on the bench
    That sent some good cats to the chair, was aired in a trench
    They say her tongue was teared out, smeared and drenched
    The whole system scared in doubt with a fear stench
    And she was tortured, some say post-mortem
    The suspect took his own life before they caught him
    It's real spooky like a real trife movie
    Remember the part when Terminator killed Tookie
    Absolute power corrupts absolutely
    If they get the Villain surrounded, son, then shit
    Shed blood, some'll be shooken
    Just look with they head in the mud, red flood (Villain!)

    One of the things we ran into the unknown
    We we couldn't get at the door pulled as quick as we wanted to
    And once we did, finally pull the door and breach the interior door
    There's a man trapped inside of it
    Basically that man trap is a cage
    'Fore we run in, we're stuck in there and they can shoot us
    While we're just, we're stuck in a cage
     
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    I hear you in the background
    Whenever I phone
    Tellin' your brother
    To say you're gone

    You've been trippin' around, uptown
    Wooin' some fancy clown

    Put your sister on the phone
    Yo, it's Viktor

    I knew you was ----ing around
    Playing all innocent and ho'ing since the foundation
    Don't make me have to pound his tin crown face in
    And risk being jammed up like traffic, inbound from spacing
    There's been a place for you in my heart since we first met
    A teenage love that didn't feel no hurt yet
    My boys warned me you was poison like BBD first cassette
    And still I put my chips on the worse bet
    Gave up the skirt, now I gotta hear it from the street
    How dare you drag my name in the dirt and cheat
    You could've broke it off, ended it and dipped
    And if you spoke soft we could've still preserved the friendship
    Now you apologize, that's what they all say
    You wasn't sorry when you sucked him off in the hallway
    But have it your way, raw— no foreplay
    That's you if you want a dude who wear a mask all day
    And just to think, I used to be proud of you
    And you had some real good power...

    You've been trippin' around, uptown
    Wooin' some fancy clown

    No, it wasn't- it wasn't nothing like that
    Well, my brother, you didn't tell me you had called
    I wasn't at home

    Probably kissed her later that evening, I should be hurling
    Matter fact, gimme back my bracelet and my Shearling
    I rather waste it or give it to your girlfriend
    She did let me stab it last week while you was workin'
    Remember, our vacation out to Maryland?
    I dooked the maid Carolyn, she made me throw the towel in
    Like all foul men the time I hit your moms off
    I told her knock it off, but she had to set the rocket off
    Ain't enough room in this ----ing town
    When you see tin head tell him "be ducking down"
    I'm not rompin' around, he better be
    Ready and prepared to be stomped in the ground

    Well, I thought you [?]
    And now subscriber, we've got to punch you up
    So, please stand by
     
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    Merci genius hahaha les pauvres toobs qui vont biter que dalle à la discution à part le n-word qu'ils répètent provoc..... J'adore!!!! Vraiment.. :D


    One, two
    JPEG, because I like JPEGs (Say, say)
    Um, for the resolution of color

    You think you know me
    The only thing about JPEGs I like
    It's yours
    Alright

    Aw, ni**a, ni**a, ni**a, I'm stayin' (Yeah, huh)
    Aw, ni**a, ni**a, I'm just playin' (Playin', playin', playin', yeah)
    Walk in the crib with the Glock 19 and a dirty clip
    Snuck up in Coachella with a bong, lil' buddy, I ain't Jaden Smith (No)
    Herman, ni**a, of course (Of course), I'm flagrant (Facts)
    I can't keep no job, I can't commit
    Hate goes into these bars, some ni**as ain't built for it
    I made rap my job, it's sacred
    You don't wanna get them guns involved (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
    'Cause your wifey gon' be callin' the law, boys (Boys), alright

    Fuck
    Motherfuckers, man
    Fuck, fuck
    These ni**as out here, man
    Gnarly, gnarly
    Fuck, fuck
    Fuck (Fuck)
    Gnarly

    Uh, damn, guess who had a big year? (Big year)
    No whips, no chains, just a few tears

    Pop filter, hopin' that you get the stock (Bah)
    When I hit the stage, I hope that my enemies watchin'
    Damn, I wonder when they droppin'?
    Why these wiggas always showin' up when ni**as be poppin'? Bruh

    Don't turn yourself into a target (Into a target)
    'Cause we can take this shit from beef to somethin' exhaustin'
    Glock 43X with the sticky holster (Bah-bah-bah)
    Pistol whip 'em, I can't waste the bullet in a poser (Blat)

    Incels gettin' crossed 'cause I crossed over
    How they go from Anne Hathaway to Ann Coulter?
    All that shootin' in the air, that's for posin' (That's for posin')
    Fast break, we jammin' it, ni**a, no floaters
    Lames gettin' bolder, straps on the shoulder
    They gon' have to get the chap to console you

    You know, everybody wanna say I do this, I do that (Don't play me)
    Everyone wanna act like they hard and shitBut just stop, shit
    Damn, haha

    Let me
    Let me get, uh, uh
    Let me get a double bacon, a double bacon, double
    Nah, not a double bacon, uh, uh
    A bacon, a bacon smokehouse meal with no cheese

    Mhm
    Yeah, with, with no cheese on that thang, and uh
    Is that gonna be a large?
    The meal is gon' be large, the meal is
    What to drink?
    Uh, the meal, uh, is gon' come with a...
     
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    You won't get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won't never get no answers
    You won't get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won't get no answers
    You won't never get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won't get no answers
    You won't get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won't never get no answers

    Thirteen days in December, you probably won't remember
    My mother's son, I'm the great pretender
    Smoke in my eyes realize this time the wolf had no disguise
    Should she take the deal or no?
    Question posed over jailhouse phone, don't remember my answer
    But wasn't the same when she came home
    Blame who you want, flame to the blunt, Bunk Moreland burning
    A hole in his gun, just when you think it won't, it will, just when you think you can't, you'll deal
    Gas leak, plug screwed up the vacuum seal
    Seek rewards left all debt on the field, feel like inside it's a hole you can't fill
    Who knows though, maybe you got a soul still, maybe you got a soul still

    You won't never get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won't get no answers
    You won't never get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won't get no answers
    You won't never get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won't get no answers
    You won't get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won't get no answers

    Trigger warnings in every verse, can't feel it if it doesn't hurt, Ted Koppel doppleganged and
    Told the cops we rap singers, they said we dead ringers, smell of the wax lingers
    Watched my man smoke till the cracks was finished, best among us ended up broken and splintered
    Maybe that'd explain why I'm staring away in shame when she asked why they take my baby away
    Just pray yours don't live to see the day, every day hustle
    His own lookout and muscle, slow pitch
    Once whitey show he code switched, told the bitch wish you the best-- click
    Text written never pressed send, voices in my head is all yes men, consensus is yes, fucked up again
    Friends, how many of us have them
    Hard bargains, shotgun apartments
    Smirking sergeants, certain death the direction you march in

    (Born alone die alone, no matter who your man is
    Born alone die alone
    Born alone die alone, no matter who your man is
    Hope you live long enough)
     
    skamérakassé apprécie ceci.
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    J'suis partout, j'suis nul part, j'suis dans tous les sales coups
    Nique sa mère les babtous, j'suis simplement trop noir
    Trop loin, j'suis trop large, j'taf à la synagogue
    Mon oreille dans la main à la Vincent Van Gogh
    Morbide sur mes ceaux-mor, j'suis l'ancien beatmaker
    J'ai la gueule du croquemort comme The Undertaker
    J'suis toujours à l'écart, j'suis venu gâcher ta fête
    J'suis l'impact d'une balle à l'arrière de ta tête
    Un surin sur la gorge mon argument fait mouche
    Avant la mort bonhomme, le costard ça fait louche
    L'araignée dans la bouche, la capuche sur le crâne
    21 grammes, tu planes avec une seule cartouche

    J'ai compté sur personne, perdu quelques kilos
    Du sang dans un stylo, j'gratte un nouvel album
    Mon doigt dans la blessure, j'pardonne pas, j'm'habitue
    Du genre tellement déçu, j'm'accroche pas, j'capitule
    Valeur inestimable, animal magistral
    La pierre la plus minable contient du cristal
    Valeur inestimable, animal magistral
    La pierre la plus minable contient du cristal

    J'vois le corps d'Escobar sur le mont Golgotha
    Du Pietro Mascagni comme pour Jake LaMotta
    J'veux qu'on m'enterre sur ça, j'me sens parfois si faible
    Apocalypse 3, Dieu vomit les tièdes
    J'entends l'orage qui tonne, c'est le chaos qui règne
    Des masques de Nixon, des machettes mexicaines
    C'est l'anarchie totale, j'vois qu'des A sur les murs
    Alors j'passe au plan B, cyber-punk, No Future
    Ancestral néophyte, tellement fataliste
    Métallique de profil, Victor Von Fatalis
    Naturelle catharsis, pas besoin d'un psychiatre
    C'est du rap revanchard, erreur 404

    J'ai compté sur personne, perdu quelques kilos
    Du sang dans un stylo, j'gratte un nouvel album
    Mon doigt dans la blessure, j'pardonne pas, j'm'habitue
    Du genre tellement déçu, j'm'accroche pas, j'capitule
    Valeur inestimable, animal magistral
    La pierre la plus minable contient du cristal
    Valeur inestimable, animal magistral

    Un sévère mal de tête, j'cogite sur l'époque
    Entre deux parenthèses utilise le mot pote
    Des califes, des despotes, un peuple de caniche
    Toujours plusieurs canifs dans le fond de ma poche
    J'm'approche de mon sépulcre, un instinct primaire
    Comme un ange en prière, une sculpture lugubre
    C'est mont cent-millième disque, les jaloux bavardent
    Sexe en automobile et j'me crash comme Ballard
    Sans filtre Instagram, d'une humeur cafardeuse
    Comme toutes ces emmerdeuses vides comme des hologrammes
    Suis-je gardien de mon frère, fragmenté comme Caïn
    Le coupable est fier, l'Enfer inhumain

    J'ai compté sur personne, perdu quelques kilos
    Du sang dans un stylo, j'gratte un nouvel album
    Mon doigt dans la blessure, j'pardonne pas, j'm'habitue
    Du genre tellement déçu, j'm'accroche pas, j'capitule
    Valeur inestimable, animal magistral
    La pierre la plus minable contient du cristal
    Valeur inestimable
    La pierre la plus minable contient du cristal

    [DJ Monark]
    Rocks like granit are full of crystals
    Des journées interminables et des nuits sans rêves
    Pur comme du cristal, rêche comme du ???
    Full of crystals
    Rocks like granit are full of crystals
    Take a walk on my side
    Pur comme du cristal, rêche comme du ???
    Full of crystals
     
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    "Great stuff"
    "Yeah, this is— this is good"
    "Great stuff"
    "Ahh, Oh yeah"
    [Applause]


    Hold the cold one like he hold a old gun
    Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun
    Or a foe for ransom, flows is handsome

    O's in tandem, anthem, random tantrum
    Phantom of the Grand Ole Opry, ask the dumb hottie
    Masked, pump-shotty—somebody stop me
    Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
    After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy
    Watch the droptop papi
    Known as the grimy limey, slimy— try me
    Blimey! Simply smashing in a fashion that's timely
    Madvillain dashing in a beat-rhyme crime spree
    We rock the house like rock 'n roll
    Got more soul than a sock with a hole
    Set the stage with a goal
    To have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole
    Overthrow 'em like throwing Rover a biscuit
    A lot of bitches think he's overly chauvinistic
    Let go his dick if that's the case
    Rats, what a waste there's more cats to chase—
    Dogs, he got it like new powers
    Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours
    Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
    Had your fam saying, "Please make me a dub"
    Well, since you ask kindly
    Where he been behind the mask, who can't find me?
    You're blind, in the wine zone, leave your mind blown
    When he shine with the 9, he's a rhinestone...
    Cowboy


    [Applause]
    No no no no enough

    Goony goo goo, loony cuckoo
    Like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Revue, but who knew
    The mask had a loose screw? Hell, could hardly tell

    Had to tighten it up like the Drells and Archie Bell
    It speaks well of the hyper base
    Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
    Couldn't wait for the snipes to place
    At least a track list in bold print typeface

    Stopped for a year
    Come back with thumb tacks, pop full of beer
    We're hip hop sharecroppers
    Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
    He's in it for the quiche
    You might as well not ask him for no free shit, capiche?
    Oh, my aching hands
    From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands
    Villain—his smile stuns ya chick
    While he put himself in your shoes run ya kicks

    You heard it on the radio, tape it
    Play it in your stereo, your crew'll go apeshit

    Raw lyrics—he smells 'em like a hunch
    The same intuition that tells him "spike the punch"
    Curses, he's truly the worsest
    With enough rhymes to spread throughout the boundless universes
    Let the beat blast, she told him wear the mask
    He said you bet your sweet ass
    It's made of fine chrome alloy
    Find him on the grind, he's the rhinestone cowboy

    [Applause]

    Sometimes they were comedic— or relentlessly horrifying
    They were the foes of society, whether fighting the local sheriff, or a secret agent
    Frequently they mirrored our times: the gangster villains which rival real newspaper headlines of the present day
    Collectively, they are the components which have fueled nightmares for decades to come
    The villains

    [Applause]
     
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    J'espère que ça annonce un nouveau LP!
     
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    JPEGMAFIA - EP2! - 2021 (demain normalement)
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    Said, "Baby, it's all"
    And we're way on
    Say, "We'll all be feelin', we'll all be feelin', can you feel?"
    I'm so sad to be such a negative, a negative refugee
    This, uh, uh
    Oh, rub it, baby, oh, rub it, baby
    Ooh, rub it, I won't rub it, baby, I won't rub it, baby
    I won't rub it, baby, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yes

    I'm alone, I'm at my best
    Talkin' that shit, come take my breath
    Fake thugs with they fantasy sets
    They always bury the best (Uh)
    My success killing all of my exes
    Stay on guard when I move through text (Let's go)

    Tell me why you hate me (Huh)
    You ain't makin' no profit
    Somebody can't get to the bag (Damn, damn, damn), sad (Shh)
    What is you doin', boo?
    How is you tryna makе it with no talent or cash? (For real)
    2020, ni**as out herе with no clue, no plan, and no mask
    Damn, I went from nothin' to sluttin', it wasn't easy, babe
    Shoutout my babes and my husbands, I love y'all equally
    Every morning I body shame, I can't stand my face

    At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain't gon' fade
    Can't let these ni**as talk to me, no fuckin' way
    It's so sad to me, these boys so make-believe
    Shoutout my refugees, my fans my family

    It's so tragic, baby, who provided for you?
    You ain't got nothin' for me, crop that bitch out my story, whoa
    Who the best? (Pssh) Took a reduction and made a mess (Yeah)
    Key ingredient was Sudafed
    I'll let you bitch ni**as do the rest
    I love my baby like Trump loves Putin, in the deepest way (Yeah)
    My babies barely scratched the surface, there's a deeper state (Yeah)
    Even though you tried to give me top when I was not awake (Huh?)
    I know that ni**a ain't in the ground but he still dead to me
    She's still obsessed with me, it's real
    There's no need to fill a void when your past ain't fake
    Shoutout my bitch and my husbands, y'all get hit equally
    Momma told me, "Shoot for the stars," so I aimed that way

    At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain't gon' fade
    Can't let these ni**as talk to me, no fuckin' way
    It's so sad to me, these boys so make-believe
    Shoutout my refugees, my fans my family

    I'm way, I'm-I'm way too real for this shit
    You ni**as gotta get censored
    See, you gotta get censored 'cause they're gonna fuck around and ruin a ni**a life
    (You know I'm ready) Puss, all of ya
    You know I'm ready, y'all make me nauseous (Yeah, yeah)
    I'm really black out here and y'all just performin'
    Nobody wants you and you can't absorb it
    I think they're scared of me, my bitch is so gorgeous (Ah-ah)

    At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain't gon' fade (Yeah)
    Can't let these ni**as talk to me, no fuckin' way (Yeah)
    It's so sad to me (For real), these boys so make-believe (Oh yeah)
    Shoutout my refugees (Let's go), my fans my family (Pssh), huh

    Nasty, real nasty

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    J'ai pas trouvé le EP(1)! mais il est à prix libre sur bandcamp:
    EP!, by JPEGMAFIA
     
    Dernière édition: 11 Février 2021
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    un peu de rap allemand
     
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    Avec James Blake en collab à la prod:


    It's alright

    Hit to work with the Chucks, young Mr. Miyagi
    Put your worth on my bucks, I'm catching a body
    We doing him sloppy, ni**as be pasting my style (Cool)
    We cuttin' the copy, original don dada
    My pop was a zombie, when I tour I feel like Booty Talk 17
    I been walking dead for too long, for too many seasons

    Ni**as be buggin' at Peggy, too wrong for too many reasons
    I'm just trying to get a bag up (Facts)
    Rappers in this industry, creatively in handcuffs (Damn)
    When I scream out "cracker" I be shakin' out the dandruff (Sheesh)
    Shave my head at night 'fore I start working on my stanzas
    Kegels, gotta keep this pussy tight
    It's passion, this style got no sequels, Peggy found no equals
    I'm runnin' through these packs 'til I find a beat as good as people
    Give that bitch an elbow
    How Peggy only five-ninе with sticks as big as diesel?
    My puppies told mе feed you, these bulldogs, they gon' eat you
    All doggies die at point range, this flick ain't got no sequel
    You joke like Key and Peele do
    Banana clips gon' peel you
    Monkey business to major moves
    Put him in the sky where the angels groove
    Sucka-ass ni**a, I ain't playin' with you
    Damn, boy, who claimin' you?
    Why your ni**as ain't stay with you?
    This ACOG got wicked zoom
    Got these ni**as lookin' like panic room
    Yeah, I got these ni**as lookin' like panic room, yeah

    Okay, karma is a funny bitch, she gonna find you and
    All the things you said ran through my head like t.A.T.u. and
    You ain't gotta act like you ain't scared, get comfortable
    No, I don't want your consent, ni**a I'ma pull this dick on you
    No, we ain't gon' work it out, ho, do I look like Stacker 2?
    If he do me wrong, I catch your man then he responsible
    Take two, De La Soul, rollin' by and scrape you, ha
    That's for thinking that we was cool, ha (Brrt)
    Caught this ni**a without a tool, huh
    Baby, you're looking like a fool, hm
     

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