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Dead Obies

Dead Obies is an experimental hip hop band originating from South Shore (suburbs south of Montreal), Quebec, Canada, that was formed in 2011 by a collective of five MCs: Jo RCA, Yes McCan, Snail Kid, 20SOME and O.G. Bear, and Quebec producer VNCE CARTER. The group identifies itself as post-rap. They are signed to the independent label Bonsound. Dead Obies finished as Top 3 finalists at the Francouvertes de Montréal held in 2013 and designed for new music talents. The group has also taken part in Francofolies de Montréal, "WordUP! Battles" and "Artbeat" artistic events in Quebec. They use a mix of French, English, French/English known as franglais in their songs. Their single "Do or Die + In America" was broadcast on French Canadian stations and the music vide… more »

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2019

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Ils voudraient que j’reste le même, ils voudraient qu’j’arrête de grandir
Mais si y’a plus d’amour, chérie, à quoi ça sert de se mentir
Donc tu m’as laissé m’enfuir, mais y’a pas d’stress, on s’en tire
Pas question d’broyer du noir du matin au soir, ça, s’en va nul part
J’ai fait de l’or avec les moyens du bord
Y’en a ils jugent, ils connaissent à peine le quart
J’vois les jaloux, j’vois les regards
J’arrive d’un voyage dans l’espace
F*ck is wrong with you, I ain’t got nothing to prove
J’ai fait exactement c’qui fallait pour être là où j’me trouve
J’ai appris à m’tenir debout
Avec ma mère qui passe d’un job à l’autre pour joindre les deux bouts
Toi t’étais où?
T’étais pas là quand j’criais à l’aide, pas là à ma fête
Ils veulent peut-être mon succès, ils veulent pas ma life
Les spotlights brûlent, ça m’rend high
Sorry baby, faut qu’j’m’en aille

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Une couple de milliers qui m’attendent, man, I can f*ck with that
Heavy smoke par le sliding door de la fourgonnette
Les vitres sont teintées pour qu’y est plus personne qui nous reconnaisse
Quitte le murder scene, leave ‘em all in a bloody mess
T’as pas la mainmise, nobody comin’ to save us
Hangin’ around with the homies, doubling up what they gave us
Lookin’ around je l’ai ben vu, c’est comme
Tout le monde veut être famous, but I don’t
Parle-moi d’un temps pour être aimé
Nobody peut test
All you need’s love and you’re high
Parle-moi d’un moyen modeste, girl
Cause it ain’t where you come from, it’s ’bout où est-ce tu t’en vas
Pis la seule chose que je cherchais était right there tout ce temps-là
What have I done?
J’étais

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One more time, one more time, we gon do it all again
West side, South side, New Homa representin'
(Where they at?) Where they at? We the gang, we the gang
What goes around comes around if I pull up with the fam
(Say my name) Say my name when I stand in the light
Hold me tight, do me right, stay as long as you like
We can figure shit out, just go easy about it
There's only so many reasons to make a big deal about us
But If say so, then it must be, by all means I does me
But I do care, so who cares, I got 2 pairs in one sleeve
Thats right, just in case I gotta ride
Early in the morning, baby, show me what you're like

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