LYRICS GAME

Rap's in a nasty state; testing us—big mistake

If you ain't calm, dude, I'll burn you, crush you hard

Eighteen years old—that's the gap; from the start

You whined about my age, but it's weird

As soon as I rap, most people shut their traps 'cause

I've got a thousand and one flows

In my cave I'm Oli Baba, bro

On the mic I don't joke, not for the b*stards, I loved the baited ones

In the street they come up to you, every girl adores you, that's strong

You're certified gold but you don't know how to rap

Add “Wood” to “Oli” and you're at the movies

Bigflo tells me, “Calm down, don't hit the weak”

The MCs are lame, yeah, the fight's unfair

So if we kick it every time, there'll be defeat

They tell me in town they only talk about guns

They drink, they smoke, they say, “Yo my dude”

People beg for our pens ‘cause none of the rest are worth it

Since the time of IAM or Michael

Oli, dinner's ready! Yes mom

But don't yell too loud, they'll hear you on the record

Uh sh*t, it's recording? Yeah, whatever

I own my kinda crappy life of a nice poor guy

We'll see in ten years if those fake thugs grow up

When life and time pull on the wrinkles, it's freaky

Done with weed, the empty fridge and the cart

Gotta fill the kids' bellies

Oli, calm down now

Too late, I'm already gone, swear life goes too fast

So we don't care about your videos and your b*tches

Dancing next to your Ferrari

Why you lying, Oli? You're like every teen

You dream of cash and even having nice abs

I'm kinda crazy, nobody knows

In the morning I have to wake all my personalities

Between nerds and teachers

Parisian hipsters and rednecks

I don't really know what to do, born on another planet

I live light-years away, sorry, it's the jet lag

My mouth is a gun, I pull the trigger

They tell me go one notch higher, have you seen the Top 50?

And all my childhood buddies dig old-school hip-hop

But on their poor iPod

I only hear dancey pop

Yeah, I have rap in my blood; but where are they from?

Funny, they go fast but we catch every word

Thanks ma'am, you'll have to get used to it

Even if in France rappers can't enunciate

F*ck, say something

Get yourself a speech therapist, a real job or a cause

Oli, why you bad-mouthing others?

You make mistakes too

Yeah I'm scared of the dark and when I'm alone sometimes

I sing crappy songs while doing the dishes

But behind the mic, who can test me, tell me?

'Cause for months I've still been waiting for some artist to try

And about the money? I prefer the crowd

Too many guys went crazy who started out millionaires

And about your fans? We come from the future

So they're all visionaries

We land from our planet but the public ain't ready

You singin'?

Since 2000, guys can't rap anymore

Oli?

The fans want us, watching for the slightest sign of life

Still sounds good though

It's Bigflo Oli, we're here to fill the void

Talk about, talk about

We can do it too

Show the, talk about the

We can do it too

Talk about, talk about

We can do it too

But we’d rather leave Earth, we’re out

Come with us, there’s room left

I came to humiliate you, ridicule you

Mutilate you, you’re not immune, little crackpot

I’ll eliminate you, unlimited rhymes, you’re not authorized

Given your dumbass stupidity

See how easy it is to rap fast?

So you can delete a few MCs from your playlist

Listening to that sh*t all day is painful

To think most of them tour the Zéniths

But Flo, you bought a ticket I know

You gotta stop, you talk dirty! I try

But I clash the ones I’m a fan of, that’s how it is

As usual in my life, in my skin, I feel bad

‘Cause being human is humiliating

On my planet I already had a thousand years

A thousand years, so understand

I find you all so slow Silence! What?

Flo, shut your mouth! Bro

No, serious, you’re talking to yourself! Sh*t

No wonder they found me weird in the schoolyard

Nobody raps faster than us

Bro, you can time it

They want big guns

Nice boobs, big fists

Buddies, bribes, gossip

But I’ve got none, I’m telling you straight, bro

All that’s beyond me, and the girls want

You’re the woman of my life

You’re the flame of my life

It saddens me to see dumb girls leaving school

To act crazy, make their life dull, shoot up, fly away

The escape, the drugs, the cops, the coke, listening to crap

Swapping buddies, and switching smokes

All that to end up pregnant in a parking lot

Biggie! But meanwhile you don’t score! I know

You gotta stop being like that! I try

We’ll see tomorrow

At Universal they’re rubbing their hands

I’ve got loads of rat carcasses in my 4x4

Push your guys aside, you end up on all fours

Watch out man ’cause I’ll cut you into quarters

Attack, parry, the bullet flies and smashes you

yeah The dude kicks hard

Easy to be the best in this lame rap

I’ve still got some in the bag, yeah, I’ve tons of lines

Ones like Oli and Biggie, I don’t see many

I’m early in rap, same in bed

She’s extra virgin, like olive oil

Nah Sorry Oli

No cheap rhymes, we’d promised ourselves

Of course it bums them out, disgusts them, annoys them

But it’s cool, we roll in from Toulouse and they’re not ready

You’re a sheep, not a wolf, why you yappin’?

It’s painful, it’s heavy, oops, that’s the end of the verse

We arrive from our planet but the public ain’t ready

You singin'?

Since 2000, guys can't rap anymore

You see, you too

The fans want us, watching for the slightest sign of life

Still sounds good though

It's Bigflo Oli, we're here to fill the void

Talk about, talk about

We can do it too

Show the, talk about the

We can do it too

Talk about, talk about

We can do it too

But we’d rather leave Earth, we’re out

Come with us, there’s still room

Talk about, talk about

We can do it too

Show the, talk about the

We can do it too

Talk about, talk about

We can do it too

But we’d rather leave Earth, we’re out

Come with us, there’s still room

You’re asked to send this CD to all of French rap

Tell them to get back to work

Oli?

Yeah?

I really think this place isn’t meant for us

We going back?