Tous différents mais pas tout seuls: Random english stuff with bad grammar

Holding the mic like a sword

Swift moves, sharp words

Ask those who tried to dodge my blade

Striking again and again till their heartbeat fades

Better be scared, be afraid

Rumor has it mate, stuff has been said

Better lay low, here comes another blow

So fast, the steel in your ear whistles

So sharp, the hair at the back of your neck tickles

So smooth, it cuts through your skin as it would through a pickle

Many got killed by my hand on the battlefield

So skilled you won’t see it coming

Blood from my blade is dripping, I ain’t tripping

Can’t you hear them ? they’re crying, shouting

They want their life back, they’re begging

You picked the wrong fight, now you’re dying

Screwed over and over again, just look what power does to a man

Shutting your conscience up, smacking up the little angel on your shoulder

Rolling down a slippery slope like a boulder

Sending your former friends to war as cannon fodder

You wanted to rule the whole world ? then mark my words, it will soon be over

As money builds up, so does the anger of people you ripped off to make your life better

You’re alone at the top, staring down at everyone

It’s time for it to stop, you’re not fooling anyone

Sometimes you never know when, it all goes wrong

When you think it’s as bad as it’s gonna get, it just gets worst

Feels like the whole world letting you down, but you’re not the first

One to feel like your head is about to burst

So you feel bad, so what ?

Everyone breaks down, from time to time.

The only thing you wanna do is just drink another round

But all you need is some good sound.

Open your ears, open your eyes, open your mind

Keep them open, keep hopin’, pick yourself up,

Get up, get yourself together, what the fuck ?

Forget ‘bout your problems, you’re gonna drown

You don’t have any money well you don’t need any.

Look around look up but don’t look down.

Sad times, times of sorrow, you feel hollow

Better times will follow.

keep hopin’, pick yourself up,

Get up, get yourself together, what the fuck ?

Sweet times, sunshine, let there be light, don’t you stand in the dark

Solutions, they will come, come on.

Get that fucking weight off your shoulders.

Then you’ll see, you’ll feel lighter than ever.

Calm down, breathe, again and again and again.

What you need is nice fresh air. Feel the pain,

It’s not there, it’s gone, there’s none, not anymore

Breathe some more, like before.

Again and again and again. Stop.

Ok you’re ready, steady, you won’t take no shit from nobody.

Let’s party. Life’s easy so don’t worry, be happy…. Tu dudu dudududu

That’s some toastin’ material, serial killer stuff that’ll get you all, dancin’ up on the table

Good for your soul, it’s gonna catch you by your balls and make you jump all over the dance hall, that’s no bullshit, feel it, you just can’t quit movin’, groovin’, shake it, so sweet, dancin’ to the beat. It’s not about politics, economic stuff and all that boring shit.

This, my man, is all about music.