Cosmic Hill - Machiavel (Live)
Channel: Cosmic Hill
Date: 2019-09-11

Live à la MJC Calonne (Sedan) dans le cadre du Mois du Funk organisé par Sapristi, l'AME et Ardennes Métropole.
1ère partie de General Elektriks (30/03/2019).

MCs : Feukaz & Jafac.
Musiciens : Hadrien Goury a.k.a. Gourax (guitare), Danny Chien (basse), Simon Pasquis (trompette), Béranger Mombrun (batterie).
MAO : DJ Shooz a.k.a. Lars1.
Son : Sébastien Hahn.
Lights : Mike Daviaud.

Mix : Sébastien Hahn - Studio Sapristi.
Prise de vue : Tom DNM et Rodrigue Huart.
Montage vidéo : Tom DNM.
Étalonnage vidéo : Lars1.

Écrit par Jafac.
Composé par Gourax.

Remerciement spécial : David Manceaux.

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Paroles :
It seems that men are inherently bad
Perhaps perhaps... We're like cats in a bag
At the start of my mission, I had fair intentions
But I sharply made a sad conclusion
Although some kindly people are taking good decisions
Almost nobody's going to the same direction
Most of the time, they choose the evil
And smash your spine from behind with a cruel smile
Those hell's dogs rule by the betrayal
The nose full of the royal drugs. They're loyal
To the cash. That's normal 'cause they've a task
So understand them and put on this moral mask
Just watch out for the strange game
In any case, it won't change and there's no blame
We have the eyes wide shut. Don't worry about the shame
Put your hands in the air! Glory to the flames!

I detain the knowledge of being prince, my friends
Since my legs and my brain took the same train
Years after years, you stand for my name
Put your hands in the air! Glory to the flames!

I've got a 45 in my black suit
On the top of the stack, cheers to the puppeteers group!
I'm like the emerald cockroach wasp
We brainwash the mass who's continuing to drink the flask
Yes, watch the advertising please
In order to let the breeze freeze you on your knees
Stay superficial. There's no return 
Take this universal way until the earth burns
My advice is to select the vice
Unless your intellect wants gentleness without price
In that event, be careful as Matthew McAnuff
Or the Death will sue you, I don't bluff
From the tip of the pyramid, the stuff is raw
Inside the legitimate elite above the law
The pride of this unique unit is shiny
Sono Niccolò Machiavelli, arrivederci

I detain the knowledge of being prince, my friends
Since my legs and my brain took the same train
Years after years, you stand for my name
Put your hands in the air! Glory to the flames!