Lyrics Stupeflip – Apocalypse 894

Apocalypse 894 Lyrics – Stupeflip

Singer: Stupeflip
Title: Apocalypse 894

Ça fout la frousse, mon truc t’étouffe comme le couscous
C’est la grosse secousse dans la brousse, pourvu qu’elles soient douces
Et sincère, jamais faux-cul comme le MEDEF
Et c’est born to lose comme les responsables d’AZF

C’est Mururoa, toxique comme la mort aux rats
Tu murmuras, ça te rend doux comme un koala
T’es ze-na, mon truc t’attaque comme un zona
Repense à tous ces jours où dans ta chambre, tu zonas

Reste zen, arrête de t’en foutre dans l’zen
Stup c’est d’la drogue, va l’écrire dans ton magazine
C’est comme Materazzi et Zinédine
Et j’te shoote dans la tête, envoie ton crâne jusqu’aux Philippines

The Crou, the Crou
It’s just another way of thinking
I don’t know if you realize
The Crou, the Crou

It’s just another way of thinking
I don’t know if you realize
Quel charivari, ça balance grave à Paris
894 membres, parfois ça varie

Me pompe pas ma façon de crier ou c’est tribunal
Le gang des motards saura rester original
Quelle gabegie, ça se castagne au CIDJ
Noire est ma magie mais jamais ça s’est assagi

Profil bas, j’suis pas très « peace » ni « ambalaba »
Il restera entier ce mystère au chocolat
Soumets-toi, rencard à 4h sur le toit
Amène tes arguments, j’amènerai mon nunchaka

Ma colère gronde, j’te ferai cuire au micro-ondes
J’irai pisser sur ta tombe, ça sera immonde, comme la fin du monde
The Crou, the Crou
It’s just another way of thinking

I don’t know if you realize
The Crou, the Crou
It’s just another way of thinking
I don’t know if you realize

(Ouais) Knick-knack paddy whack, c’est Rascar Capac
Ma technique te slack, mon meilleur pote c’est mon mac, mec
J’aime mon hamac mais ma technique te nique
J’suis trop esthétique quand j’ai bu deux gin tonic

Époque en toc, que le grand cric me croque
Blah blah blah, f#ck le rock et le baroque
Dans peu de temps, je serai la coqueluche
« Y’a trop de cons qui lèchent », rien que pour me serrer la paluche

Ma Stup-zic fout des hématomes
Et y’a pas d’mal, vu l’état de la zic dans l’hexagone
Ça fait « poum poum tchac », mon truc te déstresse la nuque mec
Accroche-toi aux rideaux quand Ju déboule ça fout la frousse

The Crou, the Crou
It’s just another way of thinking
I don’t know if you realize
The Crou, the Crou

It’s just another way of thinking
I don’t know if you realize
The Crou, the Crou
The Crou, the Crou

The Crou, the Crou
The Crou
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Apocalypse 894 – English Translation

It f#cks the boss, my stuff you knuckle like couscous
It’s the big shake in the bush, provided they are sweet
And sincere, never false #ss like the medef
And it’s born to lose as AZF officials

It’s Mururoa, toxic like death at rats
You murmuras, it makes you sweet like a koala
You’re ze-na, my stuff attacks you like a zona
Rethinks to all these days when in your room, you zonas

Rest Zen, stop coming into it in Zen
Stupily it’s drugs, will write it in your magazine
It’s like Materazzi and Zinedine
And I shot in the head, send your skull to the Philippines

The Crou, The Crou
IT’S Just Another Way of Thinking
I DON’T KNOW IF YOU REALIZE
The Crou, The Crou

IT’S Just Another Way of Thinking
I DON’T KNOW IF YOU REALIZE
Which charivari, it’s serious balance in Paris
894 members, sometimes it varies

Do not pump my way of screaming or it’s court
The gang of bikers will remain original
WHAT GABEGIE, THIS CASTANE AT THE CIDJ
Black is my magic but never assagi

Low profile, I’m not very “peace” or “ambalaba”
It will remain this chocolate mystery
Submit yourself, abstract at 4am on the roof
Brings your arguments, I’ll bring my Nunchaka

My anger wines, I’ll cook in the microwave
I will piss on your grave, it will be filthy, like the end of the world
The Crou, The Crou
IT’S Just Another Way of Thinking

I DON’T KNOW IF YOU REALIZE
The Crou, The Crou
IT’S Just Another Way of Thinking
I DON’T KNOW IF YOU REALIZE

(Yeah) Knick Knack Paddy Whack, Rascar Capac
My technique you slack, my best friend is my mac, guy
I love my hammock but my technique is nicking
I’m too aesthetic when I drank two gin tonic

Time in knock, that the big jack does croque me
Blah Blah Blah, f#ck Rock and Baroque
In a short time, I will be wholesome
“There are too much who lick”, just to squeeze the malache

My Stup-Zic Foot Hematomas
And there is no harm, given the state of the ZIC in the hexagon
It’s “lung lung chac”, my stuff distrusts the neck guy
Hook the curtains when Ju runs out the boss

The Crou, The Crou
IT’S Just Another Way of Thinking
I DON’T KNOW IF YOU REALIZE
The Crou, The Crou

IT’S Just Another Way of Thinking
I DON’T KNOW IF YOU REALIZE
The Crou, The Crou
The Crou, The Crou

The Crou, The Crou
The Crouse
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Lyrics Stupeflip – Apocalypse 894

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