Look up in the sky and see a thousand hands.
Listen to the crowd and hear a thousand fans.
Yellin' your name like you're a new brand,
So fly that you barely see the lands.
I'm so high I feel like I'm heading to Neverland,
I must be a mix between M.J. and Peter Pan.
The big brother of these lost kids who watch Skins,
To find a role model for their own fuckin existence.
All they want is to have fun and true romance,
All I need on this stage is to see you dance.
But who the fuck invited this fuckin' French again?
He keeps rappin shit we just can barely understand
This is the type of shit you write on my videos but anytime I drop a new one you're always first to comment.
It's all french content, all fresh concept,
If bitches love me it's because of the accent.
Call that "Axe Effect", I need no advertisement,
A freshman for refreshment I start to dehydrate.
Under the influence of music call the C.I.A.
I got a license to ill so all I gotta say is…
Chorus
What up?
I tell 'em what up?
I don't give a fuck,
I tell 'em what up,
Anytime they try, they try to bring me down,
I'm the one with the crown, motherfuck I run this town.
Hey, hey.
Verse 2
They see me in the club trippin' like I'm Ernest Hemingway,
Everyone's starin' at me like I'm dealin' with it everyday.
This is something new to me but it's a game I wanna play,
I'm rollin harder than I rock bitch so take it easy gotta get away.
I feel like a rolling stone a lil' outta my head,
Crystalize my dreams everyday when I'm outta my bed,
A motherfucker like me would rather be dead,
Young and happy, so I'm snappy, I'm a crappy head.
I'm so horny, you're so horny gimme that nasty head,
damn you like French bread!
Bitch I go HAM so you know I ain't no muslim,
I'm whiter than Walter, that don't mean I ain't be hustlin'.
I can see in ya eyes, your blue dilated eyes,
That between me and you there is just no lies.
Senseless sensation through endless flotation,
We ain't from the same nation but fuck is the translation,
Add sex in this equation and you know what we got,
As soon as the beat drop baby girl we so hot,
Watch the people dancin', goose bumps on our damn skin,
I'm lovin' that god damn sin, so fuck what they may think,
My head spins.
Chorus
What up?
I tell 'em what up?
I don't give a fuck,
I tell 'em what up,
Anytime they try, they try to bring me down,
I'm the one with the crown, motherfuck I run this town.
Hey, hey. (x2)
credits
from ∆∆,
released November 25, 2013
Produced, written and composed by Julien Espeisse (krAzy spAce)
Recorded by Jean Séverac & Adrien Tirel
Arrangement : Jean Séverac
Keyboards : Romain Thorel
