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Philippe Fragione better known by his stage name Akhenaton (born September 17, 1968, in Marseille) is a French rapper and producer of French hip hop. He has also worked under the aliases Chill, AKH, Sentenza, and Spectre. He became famous as a member of the group IAM, and has since made a number of records, both with IAM and as a solo artist. more »

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His life flashed in front his eyes police sirens
Harmonizing with a woman on the corner crying 
Transported back to a young child that his grandma raised
His father wasn't around... mother working for a wage 
He loved football and music when the football fizzled 
Due to injury, got himself on a rap star mission 
He was good in school but school too slow 
Part group though 
The Gustos you know the type of street kids who shoot those
At studios popping off on the opps  like he spins the blocks 
Video shot Worldstar and Youtube hot
Knots in his tube socks flashing money on his socials 
Mad shows too, no longer considered local 
Was on the road when he found out his grandma passed
It's bittersweet cause he made it now the fam all sad 
Flew back to J.F.K., news spread he's back in town
Even police warned him not to be caught lacking when around 
But he couldn't miss the opportunity to ball 
After the funeral, him and his boys made a few calls 
Name getting lit sitting on the couch with Vlad
Played the part like he really bout that 
The label scouts wanna sign him feeling like the world in his palm
Rooftop midtown fly girl in his arms 
On his way out he seen the dude he dissed in the song
Bullets flew through the boulevard in a blink he was gone 
 
Shorty crying traumatized by what she witnessed 
Everybody with they phones like paparazzis taking pictures 
She got paid by the promoters to "sise" the party up 
Side job she was in school working on her doctorate 
The only person in her family to go to college 
And they all proud, she loved to see her mama smiling 
Now she gotta brush it off and face the elements 
Her ex broke it off intimidated by intelligence
The elephant inside of the room, nobody mentioned it 
She was doing better for herself, he was competitive 
She was in love, heart broken 
She was a sweetheart determined but usually soft spoken 
She thought the gig was good for her party and forget 
Her past relationship, having fun and making new friends 
She was tipsy that night, didn't even know the artist 
He told her she was different she felt he was being honest 
Now she can't sleep, flashbacks of the murder still haunt her 
In a weird way, she was projecting her own karma 
Right place wrong time it's viral online 
Reminders everywhere it's hard to get it off her mind 
Got her finals due soon with zero margin for error 
Her brain dozing hard to focus and get it together 
It's an all nighter pressure like Assata Shakur
At about 3 in the morning, someone knock at the door
 
"Who is it?"
"Open the door, I need to talk to you"

It's the dude from the murder 
He said shorty chill I wanna talk I don't really wanna hurt you 
I know detective wanna talk to you
You better shut the f*ck up for my goons put a hawk to you
The girl was scared to death
She said leave my ass alone I don't really want stress 
He said we know where you live
So better keep your ass quiet or we'll put a blade to your ribs 
They dipped out then they hopped in a van 
He signed a major deal last week for hundreds of bands 
See he had a lot of fans too... 
He made songs for the streets in the clubs he made them dance too 
And the industry was loving him
Never caught lacking he was rolling with a gun with him
He had the green light the c.e.o. told him 
Drill rap neighborhood beef we promoting 
Intoxicated 24-Sev (7)
Making money taking all bet pushed a red Corvette
He about to add salt in the womb 
He made another song bragging the death in the tune
Disrespecting his tomb too
Video racked up a few mill on the YouTube 
He getting bigger and the clout getting larger 
Big chains new sneakers fresh from the barber 
200,000 followers on the gram 
Yesterday the opps pulled up, shot up his man 
Shot up his moms cribs shot up his camp 
And it's all over blogs, take it straight to the bank 
Hitting up the Breakfast Club talking mad shit 
In the back his mind, he's wild nervous and shit 
The record label guaranteeing his protections 
Followed by police in every single event and 
Price to pay to get famous in rap 
Dating all the it girls, breaking they backs 
That's an alpha... everybody wanna be him 
But flipside its competition everybody wanna beat him 
Till they caught him with some sniper shells
Few weeks earlier homie was hype as hell 
But now they selling mad records, top billing 
Both record labels made a killing

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