Paris is Burning
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Eyo. Eyo
This place is nothing like you thought it would be
They came for a summer in France
They wanted calm and relaxing
But Paris is more than Eiffel towers
And tourist attractions
Watch out if all your shit's flashing
Cats will snatch your
LV bag, then beat your ass
In Marseille as they talk with an accent
You thought our cities were pretty and calm
But it's really the contraire
Ring the alarm player
They're killing children in Nanterre
Buildings are on fire, there's riots
And we're dealing with warfare
While tourists chill on their long chairs
Snorkeling, sipping on strong beer
They tan and take shots
In their fancy, safe spots
Thinking it's fine, drinking our wine
On their flashy Saint-Tropez yachts
But the rest of France is chaos
The rage and anger ain't stopped
Vigilante mobs are in the city
Trynna assassinate cops cause they opps
Fuck Christian Dior, your Disney Decor
And the shit you came for
Visitors leave and can't believe
The shit that they saw
You'll never be welcome
It's hell and it's very depressing
You'll leave mentally stressing
Then need a therapy session. Damn
This place is nothing
Like you thought it would be
You feel the tension
When you walk in the street
Unfortunately
The people are at war with police
Eyo. Paris is burning
Burn baby burn! Eyo
Eyo. Paris is burning
Burn baby burn! Eyo
Mr J. Medeiros verse
Fuck an Emily in Paris
Living off their family in Paris
I see these brands I can't pronounce
And everything that been handed by they parents
I aint that man to be embarrassed
Every hand in my family got calluses
(Had to be the couture)
Cus they aint got culture and they talentless
Grandstanding up on they phalluses
Campaigning up on a clitoris
Fashion houses turn into palaces
Where they complaining about they privilege
What you wearing they cleaning they dishes with
They got your rap gods like lap dogs
Your crack era is they black mirror
To snort coke cut with they black cards
Do the math god
Oh wait, you got your education from the block huh?
Your momma was working two wack jobs
To get you something they say aint a knock off
This is the gown and the cap of your father
Though he only made it to the sixth grade
So why would you even work that hard
When to be educated is to be bitch made?
Man, look what an invitation to Paris
During fashion week finally did to you
You climbed the social ladder to the Eiffel Tower
To be where high society split on you
This aint a visual, this shit is visceral
Fuckers are fake, these cunts are all miserable
This little dick here is taking a piss on you
Eating they cake while they literally shit on you. Come on!