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who is on the mic ? Yo it’s MC Boy
who is on the mic ? MC Body
who began the hike ? Yo It’s MC Boy
Now, who is on the mic ? MC Body
who is on the dike ? Yo it’s MC Boy
there, who is on the mic ? MC Body
Who’s got the pike ? yeah here are the toys
Boy, Show'em the pack: we are the Body Boys
Two naughty dikes like/hungry to bite some slice
Psyky Psyko kids from the Brooklille of vice
Maculated conception / gave twins to rap
Ejaculated distraction // with the means to slap
Wild, and // Bam
We’re here to // slam
while you do the arena
who we are ? The Bomber Men
Two voices as one, so I kick it like a demon
I’m a twice said legend so listen to me double :
Fresh french six boys team in stereo
You won’t forget our smell like a kilo of AGLIO
Three K’s in the name but we wear no capiro
We came one day, these guys gave us a pillow
….Bow Bow Bow, spring ! fresh arrow !
Loaded with the funky lazer vision flow
Back to the future we can't die like Kenny
So what's your answer when we say : are you ready ?
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2. |
Psyko Waltz (Vol 1)
04:29
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Psyko Waltz (vol. 1)
I'm coming straight outta the truck of the bassmobile
Who is on the mic you it's MC Green hand
Puff-a-puff-a smoke and pass the track back to your neighbour
Upside-down, a bittersweet flavor
Ups and downs and still rebouncing
It's the same old me (and he's always back again)
Surprise motherfucker I was never far away
Uhm... No we never got arrested
Not even with weed hanging over the glove box
Guess we're lucky, aiming for the tops
Top ten top ten, Here I come
With my pair of top tens I come
With my hoody and my cap
Or my beanie on my head
The british hardcore bands are my favourite streetwear brand
You're Crazy but it's all in your head
As a matter of fact you're not even insane
You might think you're crazy but it's all in your head
Let the psychos take you away
Ah I guess you find me hard to understand
No matter the language you've been told in your first bed
In classroom, playroom, every language showroom
Reality of your surroundings makes your head full of shit
And words, images and curves of skin
The result of every place you've been
Doomed or denied from your right to be
Killing your imagination poor birdy
Catch that phrase : feel everywhere welcome
Get your days, every second is freedom
Aerial riddim, time is a fool kingdom
Let it sing he will let you come
Battles after battles I think more than I fight
Looking for my limits with rhymes on my sight
You'd better be flying, fog is on the night
I wish you a safe flight
You're Crazy but it's all in your head
As a matter of fact you're not even insane
You might think you're crazy but it's all in your head
Let the psychos take you away
This, is the first step, to the Psyko Waltz
The Psyko Waltz
The P3K is the key to the freaky
That's all I'm gonna say about this
You're Crazy but it's all in your head
As a matter of fact you're not even insane
You might think you're crazy but it's all in your head
Let the psychos take you away
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3. |
The Fine Art of Terror
04:13
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You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
Gil Scott Heron
Knowledge rules supremes over nearly everything
But the motto culture is ruining everything
Stupidity's now a norm in everything
Humanity’ s greed's corrupted everything
You don't trust journalists / And it seems logical
You do trust the internet / Drives me hysterical
The screaming screens kinda ruined your mind
Don't you mind?
I Feel lost - like a mouse - in a traffic jam
Here is the fresh news from news dealers
propaganda is an old baguette
Flour in the air prophetize the tensions
bakers bake bread but buttered with shit
This is the fine art of terror
Squeezing your mind and distilling your rancor
Words are slaves into the hand of Power
Ain’t you shocked…Ain’t you shocked ?
This is the fine art of terror
Squeezing your mind and distilling your rancor
Words are slaves into the hand of Power
The T.F.A.O.T.
In Yellow halos, or X rays controls
X files like crows eat datas create models
idols identity ? Identity falls
what is false protects, what is true destroys
What cannot be fixed makes a system roll
Slide and touch carries the human fall on
cut cut sum sup, books are endangered
Cancer for ideas and candies for leaders
We will buy guns 'cause we're forced to
Because of the police non intervention politics
We'll stand our ground and kill people
And we will sink into violence and madness)
Talking news, talking walls, talking buildings,
talking phones, talking rules, talking dolls, talking advice behind the metro doors
Talking screens, talking hair loss talkin drug abuse, I lose my talk force
Talking world, shut the fuck up
My mouth is a gun and I shoot you a dot
Two mouths as a gun and we shoot you a dot
Here is some fresh news for fresh news dealers
This is the fine art of terror
Squeezing your mind and distilling your rancor
Words are slaves into the hand of Power
The T.F.A.O.T.
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4. |
Workless Dance
04:48
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Workless Dance
I’m like god I can give you a job
Pray your God, in acapella mode
Sing me an ode
« Hell Yeah ! »
JOB GOD : I’m like god, I could give you a job, but I wanna choose the best
Of course there’s no dog but fight like wolves I will take care of your rests
A big party, for me…And I don’t even know my guests ! Will You dare drink a glass of water honey ? Before I decide you are thirsty ?
JOB DOG : But…But they saw me at the bakery, three times a day !
They saw me eyes sleepy hanging like a toubab for the cheapest kebab
They saw me at the épicerie, for rolling papers in the rain...
Again and again, I got my fame they got my face and also my name !
Cow me on, draft me,
Everybody hates that shit, play that shit
Come on, draft me
Why everybody plays that shit ?
First I quitted school, and then I felt stupid
Then I got a job, and then I felt stupid
I'm giving my best, I still feel stupid
I'm not giving up, am I that stupid ?
I am a musician
Would'nt say an artist but come on
I've worked hard I'm sleep deprived
Yet I know I won't be
JB or Ray Charles
Stupid ass world, I'm bored
And would be terrified if I thought of
Something worth worrying for
Fuck it dog, nevermind
Never mention how long you walked
Take that dream job and shut it up !
It's a shitjob, but it fills your fridge up !
Right kiddo, grow, lose your thrills
(and) Pay Your Bills
Cow me on, draft me,
Everybody hates that shit, play that shit
Come on, draft me sun is beyond, sun is behind
Supply army, demobilize, freelance
Let’s get rid of these fuckers,
Do the workless dance
You said I need it ? I said I take it And now…I’m about to Suicide. There’s nowhere I can hide. From my shitty paper !
Have you ever been forced to seek for a job ?
Have you ever wondered what you were looking for ?
I don't wanna get back, don't want another round
I don’t wanna get back, I don’t wanna get back
Keep your job away
Keep jour job away
Keep your job away
Keep your job away
And now I say that unemployement is really cool
I can’t do that shit, right now.
I feel stupid
I feel so damn stupid
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Monstros Incorporantes
05:51
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Monstros Incorporantes
Many thing were said in the last three weeks. Many DIED, many cried, now we PRAISE the Police. Applause the SWAT ! Hell Yeah for the COPS ! A Hell of a GOOD job, KILLING the bad folks.
Free Speech, this is the story of one of your greatest misses.
Let them choke and whenever the trial,
Hang them ‘till they are DEAD, crisis postponed.
An eye for a tooth, everybody goes VICIOUS ?
Fuck you BFM you TUMOR US
There’s a corpse, lying here.
Have You seen the crows and the Death Eaters ?
They glide over the carcass, carrying cameras.
Nobody cares enough to help, nobody dares, nobody tries.
The PEN behind the SHIELD, we are here to SAY « No ! »
Checkpoint CHARLIE, your gantry is low.
FREEDOM was waiting for her Rendez -Vous,
At least she knew all this had an air of Déjà-Vu
She said : « Look at me now, are You gonna judge me ? They KILL for a spirit, you’re killing for ME ?
You think it’s FAIR ? So, where is my chair ?
You make me COME, but I can sit NOWHERE.
Oh Mama Mami !
This day You scare me ALL
You really gonna make me THROW (up)
James Brown ! Help me.
From the top of my head to my feet limit, I cannot handle it….Can we hit it and quit ?
My social udpates are critical
This kind of life is pretty cool
But when I see how much you become radical
Time Line is leaking, it’s no more in your body
It squirts, sprouts, the volunteer's vice
Now network claims Your sacrifice
Facebook, suits us like a NEPHROMA
We are thirsty to DEATH, angel of Wrath, like Akroma
A new dress for a wardrobe called trauma
Maybe in a minutes we’ll sing ……….« My Sherona » ?
A million witnesses made a million views so one pretty minister can buy a trillion shoes
But a million witnesses make a million opinion
So much freedom in your mouth, such a dead end horizon
The last 24 hours of two walking dead
became a blockbuster AGAIN
I don’t think You know what you are doing
Illegal guns from the extreme right wing
I don’t think You know what you are doing
Obscenely sold to the Parisian seed
I don’t think You know what you are doing
We are cash, we’re fool, we will come, they will pool fast
They got the tools to cast the outcasts
And the Full Moon highlights the bad cats
Cash, and full they’ll come, and pool fast
Cash full, they’ll come and they’ll pull fast
You know, they got the bigger riot gun, so they will come and kill fast
Oh Mama Mami !
This day You scare me ALL
You really gonna make me THROW (up)
My social udpates are critical
This kind of life is pretty cool But when I see how much you become radical
Time Line is leaking, it’s no more in your body
It squirts, sprouts, the volunteer's vice
Now networks claim Your sacrifice
Late in the morning, We had to kill some
Live in the morning, we had to kill some
Applause the SWAT, applause GIGN, make a thousand noise at the Police Parade
GI’s on the Block, Frenchies got BALLS. Let’s go by million acclaim the Police Force.
The hand in the HAND, and the hand on the RIFLE
(YOU GET UP ! SO GET UP !
AND NOW, I’M GONNA MAKE SCREAM YOUR SCREENS
DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHY YOU ARE DOING ?
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Piou. Piou Piou Piou Piou Piou !
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7. |
Think It Up
03:33
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Think it up
And your brain cells are melting
And your brain cells are melting
My brain cells are melting
Our brain cells are melting
If your mind feels slow leave your habits on the go
Put an end on these bells clinging on you
Because a screen, in that one damn thing that bring you nothing, nothing, nothing
Confused informations alterate your reality
You'd better think it up !
Your head has got the color and the form of a tomato
Your lightened hand just gives me sorrow
You'd better think it up !
Hey they gonna get ya, I tell ya
They're selling your brain to Coca-Cola
You'd better think it up !
I know this woman is a fake, just like the fruit in my milkshake,
but It rises in me, I’m gonna boost my rocket
You'd better think it up !
TV keeps flashing bullshit in your eyes
When the fuck will you stop being wise ?
Are you gonna smash it ?
Or are we gonna smash it ?
Hey kid, let's play outside
You could stick a branch in your friend's eye
You could run and you could cry
But anything's better than staying inside !
TV keeps screaming things that you never understand
Now you can't tell the difference between Breaking News and Elle
They say my country supplies freedom ?
Some muslim terrorists wanna be children of the Atom ?
I’m like Duke Nukem, I’ll do whatever I can,
Give me a gun, a girl, and let’s shoot them
Confused informations alterate your reality
You'd better think it up !
My bones are folded and cold, I feel old, cause I told you, these screens just leave you unable.
You'd better think it up !
Hey they gonna get ya, I tell ya
They're selling your brain to Coca-Cola
You'd better think it up !
That thing makes your mind stop
Don’t you see you wander liker a Kafka floor maggot ?
You'd better think it up !
TV keeps flashing bullshit in your eyes
When the fuck will you stop being wise ?
Are you gonna smash it ?
Or are we gonna smash it ?
If I quit the screen I can wink
If It goes again I can think
You don't want to keep your eyes shut
You don't want to keep your mind shut
You don't want to keep your heart shut
Let me think about it.. How about no ?
Think It Up. You'd better think it up.
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Spookadelic Fever Mansion
It’s been an hour now...there are ghosts in my town
they keep on appearing and drive the people mad !
Let’s rob your hat cause I’m invisible,
Do a heart attack or run if you are capable
I Got to pack my suitcase before KO
Because my place is about to become a poltergeist ghetto
Something shouts at my left :
behind the window door somebody climbs without a lift !
Dog woman and man try to fight these white sheets
All find the same end: floor hit
Creepy and Gloomy hits my head
We’re going on a world it’s got a taste of Walking Dead
Even If I had a rifle, a cross or a bible,
anybody got the ghost busters's phone?
It happened so fast, now danger exists
But I’m so curious to find the master of this
So get it on, I’m gonna get them by my own
don’t want to fight, just need to talk
I wave my white flag and I walk
to the closest ugly castle…let’s knock at the door !
A cold voice sings me :
"what are you here for?"
Who are You ?
Spooky.
What Are You?
Tell Them !
Who?
"Us ! He’s the king among the deads"
Why do you…
FUCK OFF OR I KILL YOU WITH MY COLT !
OR MAYBE I’ LL CHANGE YOUR BODY IN SALT !
While the crows' flows flies high in reverb
we drop you by the head from the sky to your bed
Here comes the time of freaky humans trials
we're crazy in the head
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We run the funkyest mansion ever haunted
Did you hear that scream, down the hallway ?
It's Vlad, he's thirsty, your blood is tasty
A nice guy, you're doomed, watch your Head, this way
We got werewolves, witches, scarecrows
Which is your favorite, name it, summon it
Boogey boogey boogey here come your ghost ghost
Next door on your left would be doctor Faust's.
Move ! All that curvy meat of yours
The ghoul rules a scary bit of groove
We brew Our booze in hell so drink and drool it now fool
The entire place awaits, awake, to bake
Your flesh...
It's been decades since the last time someone strayed
In our nets...
It's kinda late to check under your bed, 'cause
It's the Whole spooky nation that you're messing with
Humans better not fight
It's the Whole spooky nation you’ll be happy to fear
be wise, or be dead !
-Who are You ?
-Spooky.
-What Are You?
-Tell Them !
-Who?
"Us ! He’s the king among the deads."
-Why do you…
-FUCK OFF OR I KILL YOU WITH MY COLT !
OR MAYBE I’ LL CHANGE YOUR BODY IN SALT !
While the crows' flows flies high in reverb
we drop you by the head from the sky to your bed
Here comes the time of freaky humans trials
we're crazy in the head and as mad as judge Dr
I don’t wanna lie, I’d rather spreading fear,
The ways to live and die into this life couldn’t be more clear
Put me in this machine, chewing um my body
give me a potion make my chin gummy gloomy
Six hours later…Time for some slaughter !
Everybody calls me now the white killer
Got more mojo than an heroin dealer
I’m gonna murder you all
murder you all !
Cause it’s the whole spooky nation that you’re messing with
Cause it’s the whole spooky nation that you’re messing with
But here comes the boogie man…
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Hot Day Hotter Night
05:29
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HOT DAY, HOTTER NIGHT
I'd like to see my friends
But I'm good on my own
No needs no goals nothing but freedom
The only thing I miss is a one-hour boom bap
Cause this feels like an endless afternoon, what?
Don't You ever think useless is beautiful
Shall we enjoy the day look it's full
Of pretty people outside
It's summertime
Shall we lay down on the grass
It could be fine
So do I, MC Body when I kick devil may cry
So sweet angel the situation between you and me should be fine
Ain't no sunshine that will turn you on the bad eye
Like Marty McFly I travel through the time
To bring you a mammoth in in a prehistoric rapline
More tentacular than Euroline
Make you cross the red line of Mankind
Jump !
You won't stay deaf and blind to the power of my funkadelic
The Dick is phallic
You know we are the hat and you are the rabbit
P.S.Y.K.O is full of magic
I'm not lazy, I'm just dizzy
I'm alone but it feels like a party
I'm in a good mood a smooth feeling
You'd better be ready 'cause I feel like eating
The whole world...
My heart beats backing the life beat but don't be bitchin'
Geez, breathe, that new born breeze
That came to kill it quick, clean, hygienic,
Super energetic, a scalpel made sonic,
Ah ! Superbad
Groovy-ass untraditionnal
Have I ended my bars or did I just take a stroll ?
I'm so evil I could pee on rhythm
If I drenched you it would create an anthem
Suck that song until you get high
Blow that bomb that flow will let you
Right on the first time like everybody's first scream
We all scream for Ice Cream
We all scream for vice scenes
We all scream on life needs
We all cream the world's ruin
Nevermind, bring the fun in
Bring it on, bring the fun in !
Quickforwarded séquences of last night
Unclear sight and earing, frozen feet blaaack Out drunk
The damn train is finally rollin', and blazin'
My eyes Hurt
And in the morning it will be like :
How the fuck did I get here ?
I have no ideaaaa..r friends please tell me which kind of witchcraft this is
So here came the night, about 8 PM
The plan was compact, the contact about to be made
I took a walk on the back side 'cause Lou Reed helds the game
And when I came back it tuned into Alice In Chains
So Four Minutes later
I kicked your motherfucking face with a shot from the stars
X-Ray Delta ! Do you read me? Do you copy ?
Hottest day can make you feel foxy
Hotter night can read you like a puppy
Bring it on, bring the fun in !
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Music is the Queen of unherited culture.
That's all folks !
Oubliez pas de nous le dire si GLOOMY DAYS vous a plu !
P3K
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Psykokondriak Lille, France
"PSYKOKONDRIAK possède le même grain de folie que possédaient les défunts BEASTIE BOYS en leur temps
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Psykokondriak est une hydre à six têtes, une chimère de rock’n roll et de Hip-Hop 90's.
Fusion de grooves imparables, de refrains entêtants, de scratch virtuoses et de flows ravageurs, le groupe gagne en renommée avec l'album " GLOOMY DAYS ", un authentique son " HIP HOP ROCK 'N ROLL "
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