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letra de silence is deafening - lucy piew

[intro : clyde]
all i hear is silence
all i hear is silence
i hope, that the silence might go
i hope, that the silence might go

[hook : solista]
il faut que tu saches que le silence est d’or c’est sérieux
ici ca rap iconoclaste, on la rage et on va faire feu
ici ca rap ca bourdonne tel une abeille
attend la mort ou réveille en toi la bête qui sommeil !!!

[artaud]
swaying in sp-ce, surrounded by the base
sickened by the radio transmitter’s shortwaves
i lost track of the pace, deafened by your absence
waiting for the return of the sirens
noises distort like a deep throat full of bile
boy i’m gonna sink in that silence that’s so vile
tick ticking in the stomach of the crocodile
kitt kitty deaf cat, ringing in my hat

[solista]
ecoute mon mic mac ! lyrical
tic tac ! le temps p-sse
sh-t salle ! quelle angoisse
big style ! solista
quand j’déboule à perdre haleine j’enlève le bâillon de ta bouche
car le silence est un gouffre où tombe toutes les ames qui souffrent
donne-moi un mégaphone, que j’lâche des métaph0r-s
phénomène au mic alligator
alors je t’envoie dans les cordes
hard core !!! si tu m’entends pas
hard core !!! -ssourdissant au mic c’est un attentat

[clyde]
yeah the silence is deafening
it’s simple; you can’t hear it, but it’s implicit
you gotta read between the lines, like the rhymes from a lyricist
they wanting you to die, definitely, cos death in it
their wealth is infinite whatever the cost, a soul lost
you’re loss is their benefit since the genesis
it’s been genocide still we multiply
but they sniper us in silence by the end of it

[artaud]
caught it, released it, wait, i’m gonna repeat it!
sending out messages right through the speakers
hit you in the shins, invite your pain to feature
send me dirty looks! sorry, that’s the procedure..
you’ll get nothing but silence, believe it
now don’t start creeping up like a ravenous creature
absess recessed, -n-lyzed distress
shut your f-ckin mouth in front of your mistress

[solista]
j’arrive en ville pneu qui fument vite je vide ma voix
faut qu’je débite, vite et k!ll tous les chiens aux abois
j’envoi du lourds, du gros, du frais je baise leurs sentences
j’m’en claque des tendances, les temps changent
les barrières tombent
le cpu c’est sanglant – ha… « silent »
on est tantôt des centaures
ou tantôt des sens dents
sans tête, sans corps, qui s’endettes
sans « dec » attention, nous prenons l’ascendant

[clyde]
cos there’s a reason we’re deceasing we unreasoningly die
prematurely leave, wanting to eat a piece of the pie
tell us to live and let die but we barely get by
i said the rhyme before
i’ll change it, let me give it a try, no
read between the lines i said it for the third time too
but i just try to give you a bird’s eye view
whatever’s being said you need to get a hearing aid
it’s the sales, one’s free if you buy two

[artaud]
speedin up & beat it up, speaking of
leading us, deep enough, i know
a way outta bad luck, put your back up against the wall
drain your veins to bath tub, sleek sharp neat cut, wut ?

[clyde]
no, there’s no need for them to speak up
their silence won’t defeat us
watch out for what they feed us
and remember we don’t need them
they need us, that’s the reason that we screaming

[artaud]
seeking for the sigil’s he got, letting out the seagulls
shaking snaking like a beetle, sleeping legal on the needle
now he’s eating up the silence, ceiling weaken by the fecals
he got throwing on the people, could exist if he wasn’t feeble

[solista]
sur mon pylône tel un oiseau de malheur je croisse comme la corneille
je trouve la vie dans l’tintamarre, dramaturge au réveil
le calme me fait peur, tel des vapeurs, de napalm
a l’eau qui drt je prefere 1000 fois le vacarme

[clyde]
how come i can’t
live a moral life like kant
i’m stuck in this place and it’s messy
you want to go the war don’t want to mess with
don’t mess with these columns as i’m typing up this essay

[solista]
le silence m’a laissé – laissé
tel un animal blessé- blessé
j’ suis le manimal n’essais – essais
même pas de me tester
clasher, laissé p-sser, p-sser
cpu c’est coup d’boule
on se r-ssemble dans les bas-fonds
quand le son cogne, it’s wonder full

- lucy piew

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