Fist funk,
fuck finis les phoques,
écrasés par un choc
retour de baton pour le french rock,
et big dégaine.
Check le microphone dans lequel je lâche ma haine.
Le mic, dégaine mes mes balles et sur le beat,
m'emballe et bannis pas la peine la plainte,
pas la peine la contrainte,
oublies ça, man, sur tes règles je vomis.
Assommé par la massive,
contre offensive,
check le posse oneyed jack
qui passe en phase active,
personnellement je ne prônepas la guerilla positive
mais la thérapie verbale,
sortir de la spirale infernale,
sonne le gong sonne.
Wall, face to the wall,
days and days stop swimming in time,
stop swimming in life,
my soul's sick sword,
i saw them growin' straight, straight.
They grabbed me one time,
they grabbed me one time
they let me free for a short short break.
Elephants stand on the dance floor
and i still don't know
what you are looking for,
look like your fathers and mothers,
like all those Woodstock 2 posers,
but if you're trippin,
you got to know
that the generation x
is not a general feeling.
In the jar,
keep it down,
thay let me free for a short break.
This is the politic of the promises,
and this is the politic of the human kind mind,
prison, when i see you sometimes,
i think that i see another man lost in time,
life, weak and shy,
not a frontmant wild
on the truth ride
yes show me the rest.
Elephant stand on the dance floor,
and i still don't know
what you're looking for,
look like your fathers and mothers,
like all those Woodstock 2 posers,
but if you're trippin',
you got to know that the generation x
is not general feeling in the jar.
Grab me back,
no, they wanna grab ma back