Banc public - Fred Tremblay

Hello, hello, hello (ha, ha, ha) You never listen to a word that I said You only seen me For the clothes that I wear Or did the interest go so much deeper It must have been The colour of my hair The Public Image What you wanted was never made clear Behind the image was ignorance and fear You hide behind this public machine Still follow same old scheme Public Image Two sides to every story Somebody had to stop me I'm not the same as when I began I will not be treated as property Public Image Two sides to every story Somebody had to stop me I'm not the same as when I began It's not a game of monopoly Public image Public image You got what you wanted The public image belongs to me It's my entrance My own creation My grand finale My goodbye Public image Goodbye

Yo Chuck, bust the move, man I was on my way up here to the studio, ya know what I'm sayin'? And this brother stop me and axe me "Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice" I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice" Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, we gotta fill in, you turn him into a Public Enemy, man Now remember that line you was kicking to me On the way out to L.A. While we was in the car on our way to the Shot Well yo, right now kick the bass for them brothers And let them know what goes on What goes on? Well, I'm all in, put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1, 2, 3 down for the count, the result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt Cold rock rap, 49er supreme Is what I choose and I use, I never lose to a team 'Cause I can can go solo like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room, hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum MC's You can't rock the kid, so go, cut the cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap's red hot, 110 degrees So don't start bassin', I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes A time for a crime that I can't find I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton Because I'm Public Enemy number one One, one, one One, one, one, one You got no rap but you want to battle It's like havin' a boat but you got no paddle 'Cause I never pause, I say it because I don't break in stores but I break all laws Written while sittin', all fittin' not bitten Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' I'm not a law obeyer, so you can tell your mayor I'm a non-stop rhythm rock poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player, the ozone layer A battle what, here's a Bible, start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied You just got caught a for going out of order And now you're servin' football teams their water You messed with the master, word to Chuck And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked You just got dissed, all but dismissed Sucker duck MC's, you get me pissed It's no fun being on the run Because they got me, Public Enemy number one One, one, one One, one, one Don't you know? Don't you know? I got a posse of a force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back, doubleteamin' get creamed So we have us, so you are okay Wanna hear it again, we got the force, enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG, Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom To make all the ladies swoon But it's also the words from Our Direction, a gold boy session Kickin' like a Bruce Lee's Chinese connection On stereo, never ever MIND, no, all wax, yes I'm talkin' about vinyl They said, "Stop freeze," I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One, one, one One, one, one One, one, one For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires, your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers 'Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political lyrical son I'm Public Enemy number one One, one, one One, one, one One, one, one Yeah, that's right Chuck man That's what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin', man These brothers runnin' around, hard headed Makin' a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'? Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know Who's who in the world of beat You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that's the way the story goes That's just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin', man

Iti zic Fii cuminte si dulceata iti da un pupic Mi se zice Ruby, sunt pericol public Paparazzi stiu ca nu ma, nu ma complic Click click click Iti zic Fii cuminte si dulceata iti da un pupic Mi se zice Ruby, sunt pericol public Paparazzi stiu ca nu ma, nu ma complic Click click click Umblu-n Louis si Off White Stii ca fata ta e hype Asta Medgidia heat N ai mai simtit asa vibe Double tap daca ma iubi Daca papi dulceata Ruby Nu fi suparata babe Ca mi a dat follow si iubi Eu profesoara si tu baby esti un scolar Tre' sa inveti sa poti sa treci proba de oral Ca s hot si sexy si fug de tot ce e banal, Eu doar o albinutza printre-atatia bondari Iti zic Fii cuminte si dulceata iti da un pupic Mi se zice Ruby, sunt pericol public Paparazzi stiu ca nu ma, nu ma complic Click click click Iti zic Fii cuminte si dulceata iti da un pupic Mi se zice Ruby, sunt pericol public Paparazzi stiu ca nu ma, nu ma complic Click click click Eu te aprind ca focu baby Fara sa mi pun tocu baby, Stii ca daca te ating Nu-ti mai gasesti locu baby Printre-atatea fete shady N ai vazut ca mine o lady Tatuaje, piele neagra N ai tu bani de sugar daddy Si pozez mereu ca vara In costumu meu de baie Zambetu fresh de la Jbara Si capitza mea de paie Sunt o printesa n casino Pe afis, Nu ma agit Balta-i plina de fish Iti zic Fii cuminte si dulceata iti da un pupic Mi se zice Ruby, sunt pericol public Paparazzi stiu ca nu ma, nu ma complic Click click click Iti zic Fii cuminte si dulceata iti da un pupic Mi se zice Ruby, sunt pericol public Paparazzi stiu ca nu ma, nu ma complic Click click click Sunt aia care schimba foaia si d-aia Asta-i place lu' mamaia Asta-i place lu' mamaia Sunt aia care schimba foaia si d-aia Asta-i place lu' mamaia Asta-i place lu' mamaia

(The Crimson Chin) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy I don't give a fuck about what you're reckoning .44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy No, I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die Can't get a motherfuckin' grip, I'm slipping I do not wanna coexist, you pipsqueaks I put your face into my fist, you best be Heavy artillery equipped to test me So many things I can't let go Of what's been done to me, I can't let go Of what's been done so I let all this hate build up inside me I don't give a fuck about what you're reckoning .44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy No, I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die No, I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die No, I don't think he wanna die, no, I don't think he wanna die I don't think he wanna die, the politician in a suit I don't think he wanna die, the policeman that's why he shoot In an alley getting high off something scheduled, one or two I don't think you wanna die, so why are you saying that you do? Legalized suicide, flip the script And I'm surprised you're alive, the pictures kicking It's fucked that you and I share oxygen I will survive, the public is not my friend Uh, you need a passport to leave the country If I say too much, they will hunt me Pop, pop, pop, goes the rifle With Uncle Sam, do not trifle With time has died the true rebel spirit There is no one left Only cowards, nope, no one left We don't give a F -Uck About what you're reckoning .44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy No, I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die No, I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die No, I don't think he wanna die, no, I don't think he wanna Die D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-Die D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-Die Hey could you—, could you do me a favor and get your mouth off my di—

Si les miroirs se brisaient, illuminant nos reflets L'envie de devenir quelque chose comme l'avenir Si nous vivions sans masque et sans profil parfait Le long de nos jours parfois tristes mais vrais Nos cœurs perdus à se chercher armés des mêmes folies Nous seuls à savoir raconter tout c'que l'on est au jour le jour L'AMOUR Abandonne-toé à moé, laisse-moi peindre tes journées, De vérité en vérité Abandonne-moé à toé, laisse-moi faire en prenant ta main, Le tour de ta terre Si les non-dits racontaient, pour une fois un boutte de vrai Si les silences se taisaient pour parler sans filet Au creux du cœur de presque nous on se retrouverait Nous seuls à pouvoir se parler depuis l'écho des jours D'AMOUR Je me ferai nature pour planter mon futur Et tu nous feras pousser, une parcelle d'éternité Abandonne-toé à moé, laisse-moi peindre tes journées, De vérité en vérité Abandonne-moé à toé, laisse-moi faire En prenant ta main... Abandonne-toé à moé, laisse-moi peindre tes journées, De vérité en vérité Abandonne-moé à toé, laisse-moi faire En prenant ta main le tour de ta terre

Chu rendu dull Dull comme une can d'ananas Une pâte molle Ben passée l'al dente J'ai pus d'colonne Un peu comme un anaconda J'ai pus d'fun Même quand j's'rais supposé Chu blasé du caliss Blasé du blabla Des déblablatérations redondantes J'ai pris ça à TV Non mais j'en r'viens pas Eille y faut s'guetter Non mais où c'qu'on s'en va On a pas eu d'été Mais on a tout un hiver On change-tu d'CD Toujours la même histoire Ç'a l'air tripant icit à soir Dis-moi pourquoi j'cracherais à terre Avant de tourner 'es talons Ç'a l'air tripant icit à soir Dis-moi pourquoi j'cracherais à terre Avant de r'tourner à' maison Chu rendu plate Plate comme la terre avant d'être sphère J'ai l'air bête À moins d'avoir fini ma caisse J'en ai jusque-là Pour pas dire qu' j'en ai ras l'cul Toute du pareil au même Toute du déjà-vu J'ai mal aux reins j't'allé voir mon docteur Asteur ça va ben su'es antidépresseurs Parle-moi d'quoi d'nouveau météo mais encore Toujours le même tableau toujours le même décor Ça l'air tripant icit à soir Dis-moi pourquoi j'cracherais à terre Avant de tourner 'es talons Ç'a l'air tripant icit à soir Dis-moi pourquoi j'cracherais à terre Avant de r'tourner à' maison Chu rendu sauvage Aussi sauvage qu'une oie sauvage Barnache que chu bebitte Hirsute comme un ermite J'sortirais pus Mais ç'a l'air qu'c'pas d'même ça marche Ça prend des revenus Pour rev'nir dans son cash Si tu catch pas M'en vas t'expliquer ça Qu'on m'call d'un air hautain Caché dans robe du vin Me su' t'acheté ci Pis j'me su' t'acheté ça Si ça va so-so Ben ça j'm'en passerais pas Ç'a l'air tripant icit à soir Dis-moi pourquoi j'cracherais à terre Avant de tourner 'es talons Ç'a l'air tripant icit à soir Dis-moi pourquoi j'cracherais à terre Avant de r'tourner à' maison Chu rendu vedge Est-ce que j'ai encore une âme Allumez-moé un cierge Qu'on me ravive la flamme J'pas sûr que j'vieillis ben Pas comme un vieux vin J'pense pas qu'chu d'garde Pus présentable J'comme une vieille piquette Amer et triste Comme un vieux vin d'messe Toujours en caliss Même quand j'bois que l'prêtre J'reste avec l'air bête J'attends mon rédempteur Priez pour moé pécheurs Notre Pad qui fait d'son mieux Que ton son soit amplifié Ç'a l'air tripant icit à soir Dis-moi pourquoi j'cracherais à terre Avant de tourner 'es talons Ç'a l'air tripant icit à soir Dis-moi pourquoi j'cracherais à terre Avant de r'tourner à' maison Ç'a l'air tripant icit à soir Dis-moi pourquoi j'chierais à terre Avant de r'tourner à' maison