Lyrics: [Gaël Faye:] Listen carefully to what we're saying here, there are no sweet words It's the zombie dance at the voodoo party Oh, bring out the cats, it's a raid, I light a fire Me, it's the tanks like [?] in Congo Brazza' Blah blah kamikaze flow, Kalashnikov without bulletproof vests Here, it's the uproar, coming out of the local for the getaway I unleash bursts of music that are beautiful like a scandal And for her, my chick, I would travel from Paris to Brussels in sandals Little by little, I rap with splatters, when the listener is an umbrella I take the bull by the horns and the cow by the feet I have to find the angle for my language before letting the ink flow Gaining momentum, thoughts are a slow flow So where is the pen? Where is the page? Where is the beat of my heart? Where is the money on the table? Where is the France of the author? My music is eaten with fingers like fufu The project is ours, call us Fubu [Némir:] Here we fight like Rocky, so no need for your fucking help If the cops knock on the blocks, it's not to make friends I accumulate false notes, petty cash Trials that are too fatal, cigarette breaks, and black coffees Empty pockets, too many say we're stagnating but the taps are stable We've been active and working for a long time That's the only way to refine your style Since a kid, kid, I've been working like a nostalgic madman Counting cigarettes on my hands by tens Posted like a junkie or a poor artist I've seen cruel twists of fate and friends leaving Crazy girls we approach late at night Messing around, despite the idiots, the dirty plans Failures in school, see the punches landed in the bag Admit that it's time for us to take off: give everything to it Tarred lungs, I smoke the beat like an essential drug [Gros mo:] Yo, check my team, if you cooperate, we'll spare your life I avoid fake brothers like fragile girls The girl found me very agile Easy, under the Range Rover, I have much more sex appeal I revolve around the same illegal activities, only for mine do I arrive We cover each other, avoid tragic endings Many people are agitated, the cries of fools It's simple, my friend: you betray me, I act As a consequence, we invent faults Advice: hide your kids, I'm about to crash into the scenery You bunch of pigs, I can't even shake your hand Seems like I had already sensed the end, damn it For a breath of air, you'd be willing to suck on many dicks Apologize again or just die Full of dreams of luxury cars and chicks Who complain, khey to [?] Explanation and Story: The song "Freelipilistyle" by Gaël Faye featuring Némir and Gros mo is a rap track that explores themes of identity, struggle, and rebellion. The lyrics touch on various topics such as the zombie dance at a voodoo party, street life, personal challenges, loyalty, betrayal, and dreams of success. The artists express their experiences, frustrations, and determination through their energetic and hard-hitting flows. Each verse reflects the individual style and perspective of the respective artist, blending together to create a dynamic and powerful song.
