Electric is the climate which divides us;
A new individualist era where egotism dogmatises itself
The perspectives are nauseating, the fear of the future is dissuasive
We are sacrificed on the alter to the glory of nihilism
At the end we are nothing, we are just human beings
Only flesh and blood in the blink of an eye
We are going to return to the ground, and let our bodies decompose
Out of our entire human life our death will be the apotheosis
Because here on earth all our egos are juxtaposed, opposed
Superposed and then explode
Under those circumstances, because we neglect our existences
Because we bring on our decline, because we defy Providence
Because we are advocating Decadence, because we are also careless
Because we deny our essence, we will end up in violent turmoil
I can seem overly analytic, but it is my rhetorical style
I see only a cynical response, to all my chronic obsessions
Even though I’m ironic, I see a cadaverous future
I see it apocalyptic unless hypothetically there is a wake- up call

I define myself as a hagiographer of the working class war
And I would like to define myself as an epitaph on Destitution’s tomb
I fuck the rich, fascists and bourgeois
Annuitants, bankers and all the shareholding
To the little bourgeois who think that my fight
Will fade, who think that it will lessen
Me, I don’t think it will, but fuck it we’ll see
But if the future proves them right, then I would let them cut off my hand
All the regression in the name of public security will bring back the war to end all wars
It’s a plague in my mind, the more I think about it the more I feel rotten
The social traitors as drivers of the matrix
All those things are submerging me because it’s profoundly out of our control
All those clothes, supposedly street wear at £100 a jumper
But then tell me, in that price, where can you see the street?
My hip-hop struggle is my social struggle:
A frontal shock which topples money off its pedestal


The bubble - political, media, financial
The bubble – written press, dominant record labels, mainstream radio
For me they’re all the same, just some elite
For me they’re all the same, some opportunists to burn at the stake
The bubble - political, media, financial
The bubble – written press, dominant record labels, mainstream radio
For me they’re all the same, just some elite
For me they’re all the same, send the elite to the gallows