Il se cache parmi nous, parmi nos Stan. Compte son cash, par millions, Parigo Flash Arrivant d? Abidjan ou d? Avignon ou d? Alg? rie en filigrane. Envoyant toute sa maille par t? l? gramme. Et les drames qui n? pargnent personne: Ni les trav?, ni les femmes, ni les braves, ni les cam? s ni les? nes Ni les cr? nes ras? s, ni les sociaux, ni les barges, ni les mal barr? s Ni les m? les mari? s, ni les malback, ni les arnaques Je n? vais pas parier sur la BAC sans gilet pare-balle Toxicomane de la nicotine, le prix des cigarettes augmente sans cesse Je prends de l? oxyg? ne, je suis immobile. Je m? dit il? tait pas b? te qu? on pense qu? on p? se Interdit bancaire, depuis quelques temps le stress me suit. Interpr? te le geste de fuir qu? on incarc? re dans l? ivresse de vivre Il me faut l? aide m? dicale gratuite, j? ai mal aux dents, mal au cr? ne et mal au ventre S? il te plait, nique sa reum les crises de nerfs! Le verre se vide, se paie Je verse des litres de tise et de tristesse dans le sillage de mes pillages Pioche le billet dans mes synapses, inapte? pillave. Hier, c? est comme demain: je viens, je vais, je deviens Refrain: Les gens parlent comme un sampler (8 fois) Dans l? rap j? fais partie des nobles moeurs. Noisy-le-sec est mon humble demeure Sans Porsche ni port, sur le globe j? ai peur, ste? plait chope le nerd Dans son pantalon ample et neuf. Dans mon blog je bluffe, j? suis sur un socle seul. Je resterais intact jusqu? c? que le cops me veulent! J? ai vu tellement de poutre s? enraciner dans le ciment. Qui se vautre dans la fum? e?: Le silence quand les sir? nes se font stridentes. Il est inutile de finir dans un cul d? sac? Comme chaque jour? a commence par une overdose de caf? ine, quelques clopes, Et des pens? es sombre en cycle continuel qui s? comptent? Refrain (11 fois) J? suis d? l? poque de Sting et du marin des mers de Chine Dans mon larynx s? entrechoquent des b? te de rimes Nikkfurie, Hi-Tekk, c? est nous tu vois c? que j? veux dire Mon son prostitue ton son jusqu? l? accordage du string Dans l? m? tro, un concert de SDF, o? personne ne r? agit, Que la foule n? acclamera pas, pas d? argent interactif. J? ai pas les poches pleines d? eau, le liquide et la princesse Ch? mage, voitures, nuits blanches et aucun cours de Kendo Allant de l? avant, c? est marrant, je garde en souvenir de l? argent: Des tonnes et des tonnes de carences. Je m? entra? ne, Malaise en attente. J? ai 40 de fi? vre. A la banque j? ai la cr? ve. Interdit bancaire depuis quelques temps. En tant qu? bon pilier de comptoir, j? entends l? vent siffler, j? veux qu? on parle Et qu? on compare le temps qu? on perd. C? est con qu? on parte en testicules. Et l? temps qu? on tra? ne en v? hicule. J? aime les tissus, je m? sens complexe, Dans la pl? nitude. Pas de bi? re dans la v? sicule, c? est l? terminus Des? paves et des d? tritus. J? ai le plan de strat? ge pour les issues? J? ai l? l? gance Pento. J? ai mis des centaines de vestes au porte manteaux Avec des antennes de (Kems) en porte? faux Face? d? la dentelle, 2 meufs, genre char d? assaut J? suis vide et sans peine, j? suis min? sans guerre, J? suis vil et sans peur, dans une cinquancento... Refrain (11 fois)

She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evenin' dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair blown all around She's a hot southern mess She'll take a beer over white wine A campfire over candlelight And when it comes to love Oh, her idea of a romantic night Is listenin' to old Alabama, drivin' through Tennessee A little dixieland delight at the right time of the night And she can't keep her hands off of me And now we're rollin' down an old back road I got the steering wheel in one hand We'll find a hideaway where she and I can play In mother nature's band Now we're listenin' to old Alabama Parked somewhere in Tennessee A little dixieland delight and it feels so right And it's love in the first degree Forget about Sinatra or Coltrane Or some ol' righteous brothers song Even Barry White ain't gonna work tonight If you really wanna turn her on Play some back home, come on music That comes from the heart Play something with lots of feeling 'Cause that's where music has to start Now we're listenin' to old Alabama And we're drivin' through Tennessee A little dixieland delight and it feels so right And it's love in the first degree Yeah, you know we're listenin' to old Alabama (old Alabama) Drivin' through Tennessee (Tennessee) A little why lady, why, at the right time of the night Oh, and she can't keep her hands off of me, me, me Oh, play me some old Alabama Oh, play me some old Alabama Won't you play me some old Alabama? Oh, play Yee-haw So the one you loved just left you for another And you're down Or you lost your job and you need a drink You look around and start to think That no one understands what you been through

Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs And I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night Had to learn about the ladies, too young to understand Why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away To some other guitar picker in some other late night place Yeah, I held on to my music, I let the ladies walk away Took my songs and dreams to Nashville then I moved on to L.A. Up to New York City, all across the U.S.A I've lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say That my home's in Alabama No matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama Southern born and Southern bred What keeps me goin' I don't really know Can't be the money, Lord knows I'm always broke Could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood When the people really love you and let you know when it's good Oh I'll speak my Southern English as natural as I please I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me And someday when I make it, when love finds a way Somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say That my home's in Alabama No matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred And my home's in Alabama No matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred