Now they wan’ roll?
It’s a matter of a time before we go
Now they wan’ roll?
It’s a matter of time before these shows
Now they wan’ roll?
Was a matter of time before they’d know
Now they wan’ roll?
Now they wan’ roll?
Remember remember remember
These times when I steered off the center
That time where I left the placenta
Unknown to this world that I entered
And now I begin to get on where I’m meant to
They gave me a box but no Bento
And I pissed on the box my spirit on top
I can break any lock it’s just mental
I’m just meant to, talk to all ‘a y’all
I dropped out of college but my knowledge tall
They didn’t rock with my know-it-all steez, when I spit bout
Deep shit but now I lost my mind and they want some mo’
They like depression, but not asking questions
It’s all an act they reenact whenever flashes set in
It’s a fashion-heavy tug of war ‘tween love and other feelings
We sell off to folks who fucking cash in heavy
For the cash advance some sell their fucking pants and leverage
Forget bout being real when the deal is they take words and put ‘em your mouth no Akinyele
Since I was 6 I been on that me against the world tip, call me old soul Makaveli
I been called already, they called me ready, but I had to take it slow
Get across the globe, burn a couple oz on the coast, gain control of my soul, get ahold of my goals and now they wan roll?
It’s a matter of a time before we go
Now they wan’ roll?
It’s a matter of time before these shows
Now they wan’ roll?
Was a matter of time before they’d know
Now they wan’ roll?
Now they wan’ roll?
Now they wanna roll
Back then they didn't know
Man I closed a couple doors
Dissapeared with none to show
Had to care just for my soul
Didn't know where I would go
Felt I lost touch with my hopes
I just lost touch with my goals
But now I'm back with a vengeance, repentant, dissentient
Better believe that shit
Ain't none but time 'till I leave my print
We all go sometime, cannot beat that shit
I think too much, and I talk mad shit
Flip that script, that's that Doc Mad shit
Alaiz ou rien, know I trust my clique
Man I lost my time, never lost my skills
... I lost my time, never lost my skills
They forgot my name, I forgot my ilk
I was lost in pain, I was lost in space
I was lost for words, but now I got that shit
I was off this Earth, saw the cost as worse
Than I thought I'm worth, but now I got this shit man just wait till I fucking drop this verse
Now they wan’ roll?
It’s a matter of time before these shows
Now they wan’ roll?
Was a matter of time before they’d know
Now they wan’ roll?
Now they wan’ roll?
Une pépite incontournable de ce que l'on appelle par ici le rapkeb. Long Jeu n'a rien pour décevoir; c'est jazzé, moderne et old school. Des chansons telles que: ''@ l'église'', qui rappelle un ''Talk Like Sex'' de Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, ''L'arbre (Intro)'' où l'on retrouve des harmonies vocales de haute voltige, ''Soleil'' et ''Merci'' pour les amateurs de textes bien sentis, ou même le banger ''Justeçayinque'', qui selon moi est une des meilleures tounes de rap québécois jamais composées! cuesheetssurkashyyyk